After confession the bridal pair went home to breakfast. The next day—it was a Sunday—the bridal party went at half-past eleven into the church, and the bride did in every respect as the pop had counselled.
And, behold, the Hedgehog was transformed into a beautiful youth whose like was not to be found in all the world. Then the bridal party sat down upon the benches and heard Mass, and the pop united them and preached them a sermon how they should cleave to each other all their lives long.
After that they went back to the house, and the wedding-feast lasted until late in the night. The wine was very good. I sat at the head of the last table, drank yellow wine out of a painted cup and ate half a swine all by myself.
“Some stories end that way, don’t they, grandmother?” asked the little boy.
“Yes,” said the grandmother, “some of them do.”
CHAPTER XVIII
THE BETROTHAL
Easter Day had come, and everybody in the house was giving and returning the Easter greeting. The little boy ran into his grandmother’s room.