Distant but wealthy relations of Lotty's were constituted her legal guardians; but the girl determined--and had her own way too, for what is the good of being rich if you don't have your own way?--determined that Crona should be always with her; she and she alone would be her real guardian, her own dear fairy godmother. It was fully four years after this before Frank Antony returned from his wanderings. But Aggie his sister had told him all the news. It is needless to say that his father freely forgave the brave and dashing young man who came with firm step up the avenue one fine forenoon. He was now four-and-twenty. 'Father,' he said, 'I've had my fling, and you may do with me as you please.' 'I think, Frank, my boy, I shall choose a bride for you. That will be best, Frank.' 'I think, father,' said the son laughing, 'I'm almost old enough to choose one for myself.--What do you think, mother? Oh, dear old mummy, how sweet you look even through your foolish tears!' 'Well, anyhow, you shall see the young lady we shouldn't mind you marrying,' said his father. 'She is here on a visit; and, lo! yonder she comes.' A beautiful young girl of nineteen was coming slowly up the garden-path hand in hand with Crona; and Wallace himself next moment had his paws on Antony's shoulder. Antony made a rush to meet Lotty, with both hands extended. 'What,' he cried, 'my little gipsy lass! Father, you have chosen well. I accept the responsibility.' * * * * * The honeymoon was spent in the great saloon caravan 'Gipsy Queen.' And it was not one moon only, but many of them, that the happy couple spent in this idyllic and delightful way. It is needless to say that honest Wallace was one of the party, and he seemed to have become younger than ever now he had all those he loved on earth together. It would be positively unkind to finish this story without saying a word about good, faithful Chops. He may be found at any time of the day in a large emporium near to St Paul's, and behind the counter where many a good man has served before him, a suave, smiling, and obliging young fellow. It must be confessed that he looks remarkably well in his dark morning coat and patent leather boots, to say nothing of the yard-stick, as he puts the question: 'What will be next, please, ma'am?' There is even a possibility of his being in time to come thrice Lord Mayor of London town. But although he still looms large in private theatricals he will never be an 'Enry Hirving--never, _never_, NEVER!' THE END. Edinburgh: Printed by W. & R. Chambers, Limited. FOOTNOTES: [A] Nicely. [B] Marriage-portion or fortune. [C] Money. [D] The megaphone is a speaking-trumpet of great power, the voice from which can be heard high over the roar of wind or wave fully a mile. [E] Walrus flesh.