"You little Conjurer" I says, "how did you ever make it all out? Go in
and write it every word down, for it's a wonder."
Which Jemmy did, and I have repeated it to you my dear from his writing.
Then the Major took my hand and kissed it, and said, "Dearest madam all
has prospered with us."
"Ah Major" I says drying my eyes, "we needn't have been afraid. We might
have known it. Treachery don't come natural to beaming youth; but trust
and pity, love and constancy,--they do, thank God!"
The End.
