'But the mine led to the parliament,' my mother said, smiling.
'Yes,' I said, 'there is no doubt but the war was a blessing to us. We
were the real victors in the conflict. We are happier than we ever
could have been without it.' As I said this, I looked very hard at
Caroline. 'Aren't we, Carrie?' I said. The crimson mounted to her
cheeks, and I was preparing to defend myself, when she was forced to
join the rest of us in a merry laugh.
'Everything had its part to play--the war--the mine--and last of all
even the Loup-garou,' I said, and we all laughed again.
'And just to think, mother,' Elizabeth put in a little later, 'a member
of parliament in the family already, and'--her face was beaming with
mischief and delight--'and a possible duchess also!'
THE END.
UNWIN BROTHERS, LIMITED, THE GRESHAM PRESS, WOKING AND LONDON.
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