"And him with those legs!"
"The legs don't matter if they belong to the right sort of man, as is the case here," said Eola, prepared to do battle for her lover.
"Mr. Alderbury, my Lord Bishop! I can't get over it; it is so surprising!"
"You haven't congratulated me and wished me good luck," Eola remarked in an aggrieved voice, which she knew would win over her faithful housekeeper.
"I'm sure I beg your pardon. I congratulate you with all my heart. Fancy you marrying a bishop! Who would have thought it! It's no more than you deserve all the same. Dear me! How strangely things turn out! you taking a missionary and finding yourself marrying a bishop! and Mr. Ananda coming to life again and finding his wife a widow! and she escaping all through losing her husband and being widowed! As William—that was my third—said when he fell into a prickly pear bush and just escaped being seen the worse for liquor by the colonel: 'Maria, me dear,'—he was such a gentleman in his speech, he was!—'Maria, me dear! You never know your luck.'"
THE END.
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