“For my part,” said Mrs. Butler, “I no longer regret the absence of my brooch.  I will own I fretted for it when there seemed likely to be no wedding to speak of.  For why should the Northbury folks put themselves out about the marriage of two strangers.  But now I am glad Beatrice has it, for though she is not a bride she is a beautiful character, and no mistake, and such should be encouraged.”

“That’s my way of thinking, too,” said Mrs. Bell.  “I’ll thank you for another lump of sugar, Mrs. Butler.  Yes, I have no fault to find with Beatrice Meadowsweet.  If she failed, she failed in a graceful fashion, and, when all is said and done, her intentions were of the best.”

THE END.