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Such is the moral of this little story—,“I’m not worried about that,” Bob said confidently. “I think I’ll like that too.”,Bob laughed. “There sure must be a lot of men working up there.”,"As you say, sire," responded the Marquis of Carabas, "for it is a meadow which yields an abundant crop every year.",“I will remember,” said Uncle Isaac. “I am to hold it sideways and just get the general view when I look at it.”,The old man ventured no further curiosity in what they had done. They had come through the Labyrinth, he had accepted the fact, and that was all there was to it. He spoke very little and when the boys asked the way to the nearest railroad, his answer was given in rather a relieved tone. It was as if he would be glad to have the silence to himself again.,They all wended their way back to the town, singing wedding songs, as gaily as they had before mournfully bewailed the sacrifice of the Princess. The marriage took place the following day, and the joy with which it was celebrated may be imagined.,“I’m sorry,” began the boy.,“I think we’d better go back to camp. The shooting over there sounds as if our part of the job is over. Think so?”,Gradually the great rooms were filled, the park overflowed with children, and the band in the walnut tree avenue sent everywhere its strong, rich tones. On a bench near the bandstand sat Katrina the dwarf in a bright red dress. When Johnny Blossom saw her he ran to the garden and picked as many plums as he could carry and put them in her lap. “I promised you these, you know,” he said.,At the door he repeated his “thank you” as he bowed himself out.,“Why don’t they shoot?” he thought. Hardly had the thought flashed through his brain when a bullet whistled by him. Then came another and another..