"I shall never stop remembering it," he answered. "Some day, when I get to be so valuable or valueless that I can be spared from the Guardian, we will go and see the lights of all the other cities of the world. Shall we?" "There will be none like yours--like ours." "As there are no lights for me like those within your eyes." "But I thought we were going to Robbinsville!" said the girl, "to see a harness shop." "We will go there, too," he answered. "Oh, life will be all too short for you and me!" It was some time later when the little bridge was left once more to the cinders and to itself. Behind the backs of the two who walked slowly homeward, the plain, which once had been a city, lay gray-black in its ashes beneath the black and gold of the cloud-flecked sky.