I said, "Yes, Aunty Edith, but first I want to give Aunty May back to
Uncle Burt. She's all right, the germs didn't hurt her, though she got
quite thin taking care of me."

"Did she, poor girl," said Uncle Burt.

Aunty May lifted her head up and said, "And Billy's all right. I took
care of him,--for you."

Then Uncle Burt smiled at us both. His old smile, though he was so
dreadful thin and pale. He said, "Well, and now I've come home to look
after you both."

I showed Aunty Edith the house, and she told me all about her journey,
and how long it took her, and how sick Uncle Burt was then, and how
much better he was now; and that though he would always walk with a
limp, he wouldn't need a crutch,--which made me very glad.

Then Uncle Burt and Aunty May came in, and Aunty Edith kissed Aunty May
and they went to take off Aunty Edith's hat.

Uncle Burt let me take him to his room, and he told me, while I fished
out a handkerchief for him and brushed his hair, that Aunty May was
going to marry him and be my real Aunty, and I was to live with them
both for always.

So this is a good place to end W.A.G.'s Tale.

THE END