Wilbraham. Yes, it’s Violet; so she and Bessie may as well settle both days in one.
Easterley. Well, I am very glad; but how is it that Bessie never told me, for surely Violet must have told her.
Wilbraham. No, she didn’t. It was only settled [274] ]yesterday. But there is Bessie on the verandah, and she has just got a letter.
We both went up to her; indeed we had parted from her scarce half an hour ago. I saw that the letter was Violet’s writing. “I’ll tell you,” I said, “what’s in that letter, Bessie. Violet is going to marry Jack.”
It was very sudden, and she turned pale and red and then opened the letter. Then, after a few seconds, she cried, “Oh, Bob, I’m so glad!” and she kissed me, and I think she was very near kissing Jack.
So Violet came the next day and the conclave was held and the day was fixed, and just four weeks later Jack and Violet, Bessie and I, were married at All Saints, St. Kilda, for Bessie and Violet were Victorian girls and lived near Melbourne.
And now, as I have already told you, we are living in Queensland, in homes only ten miles apart.
I thought you might like just a little bit of human interest after so much of the other thing.
So now—Farewell!
THE END.