When the carriage came for them, the elves and wood fairies surrounded it and pelted the bridal couple with armfuls of daisies instead of rice and old shoes. So it was through a rain of daisies that Betty caught her last glimpse of the Merry Hearts, who stood in a little group by themselves waving her off.
“Good-bye, Betty Wales.”
“Good-bye, Mrs. Jim.”
“Here’s to Betty ’n Jim, drink ’em down,
Here’s to Betty ’n Jim, drink ’em down,
Here’s to Betty ’n Jim,
She is very fond of him,
Drink ’em down, drink ’em down, drink ’em down, down, down!”
The carriage had rounded the curve in the road, but the Merry Hearts still stared after it in rather somber silence.
“Just the same——” Madeline broke the pause disconsolately. “Just the same, it is the end of Betty Wales.”