Ruth was showering blossoms of jasmine on Barbara and Basil.
There was a great silence, emphasized by the yearning notes of Basil's
fiddle. And through the silence came Ruth's voice, tender and
wistful:--
"Ah, well!--I'm sure we all hope they'll live happily ever after!"--
And, for the first time in his life, the Eyesore caught a fish.
[Illustration: Chapter XV tailpiece]