“Your house!” exclaimed Mrs. Fenelby, forgetting all about the Dictator in the new interest, and brightening into herself again.
“Our house,” said Kitty proudly. “Mine and Billy’s.”
“Our house,” echoed Billy, blushing. “We can’t stand a Dictator, and we are going to secede and—and have a United State of our own.”
“Isn’t it splendid about Kitty and Billy?” said Mrs. Fenelby that evening to Tom, as they bent over Bobberts’ crib. “And if it hadn’t been for our tariff driving them together I don’t believe it would ever have happened.”
“It’s fine!” said Mr. Fenelby. “Fine! And that other set of Eugene Field will do for a wedding present!”
THE END
Transcriber’s Note:
Minor changes have been made to correct typesetters’ errors; otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author’s words and intent.