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There was no better luck this time and when he came again to the door he was ready to admit defeat. “That must’ve been some job. I wish we had been here to do it, don’t you, Mr. Whitney?” But while remembering that we shall be none the worse tomorrow for having been happy today, we are not permitted to forget entirely the Blue-devil Sprite that awaits the dawn. The play-spell is over; the lights are out in Vanity Fair; and here in Mr. Dulac's drawing is the leader of our Christmas Chorus as he shuts up the box and the puppets—"for our play is played out.".
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