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Finally, the King of the Peacocks did all in his power to atone for his conduct to the King and his brother, expressing the deepest regret at having treated them so badly. The nurse restored to Rosette all her beautiful clothes and the bushel of golden crowns, and the wedding festivities lasted a fortnight. Everyone was happy down to Fretillon, who ate nothing but partridge wings for the rest of his life. “I’m—crossing—Niagara Falls—on—a—tight-rope,” said Johnny. “Good afternoon, Aunt Grenertsen.”.
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