Adele lifted her head, and drew a protecting arm round Vestalia. “Hold up your chin,” she whispered, audibly. “They’re nothing to be frightened of. You know everybody except your cousin Archie, and he’s only to be feared by creatures who can’t shoot back.” The bride, nestling against the other’s shoulder, raised a luminous face, and looked about her with a smile of frank happiness. “Frightened?” she queried, and then shook her fair head joyously in answer. The waiter came in with the tureen. THE END. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of March Hares, by Harold Frederic