“Will ye see if ye’ll fit my leprechaun coat?”
He held out the orange-and-black Chinese coat, and laid it about her shoulders.
“Larry! it was you!”
“Yes, darlin’, an isn’t it luck that it’s you!”
The coat and its owner were folded close to Larry’s heart. Both of them had come home.
the end.
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