are all gone now, and she responds to her brother's words, "Yes,
Walter, we are very happy."

* * * * *

In the basement below the candle is burned to its socket, and as the
last ray flickers up, illuminating for a moment the room, and then
leaving it in darkness, Aunt Polly Pepper starts from her evening nap,
and as if continuing her dream mutters "Yes this is pleasant and
something like living."

* * * * *

And so with the moonlight and starlight falling upon the old
homestead, and the sunlight of love falling upon the hearts of its
inmates, we bid them adieu.




RICE CORNER




CHAPTER I.

RICE CORNER.