“And beside,” went on Joe, “it said Celia would wed the best of men. Now, though we all love our Neddie, we can’t pedestal him as the best of men, can we? Or, can we?”
“We can! we can!” they all shouted in rollicking chorus.
“And now for the last fortune; may it prove the best,” said Mr. Rawlins, holding up the last paper.
“Must be mine,” said Reggie Stuart. “I haven’t had any yet.”
It was his, and it said:
You never will have wealth,
You’ll keep no powdered flunkey;
But you’ll travel, for your health,
With a hand-organ and monkey!
“Fine!” and Reggie laughed with the rest of them. “I’m awfully fond of music, and I couldn’t have chosen a better fortune myself. Think of wandering about in the Spring—”