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"
Ain
’
t
it
grand
,
you
writin
’
those
sort
of
things
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
he
demanded
impatiently
.
"
But
the
story
—
how
did
you
like
it
?
"
"
Just
grand
,
"
was
the
reply
.
"
Just
grand
,
an
’
thrilling
,
too
.
I
was
all
worked
up
.
"
He
could
see
that
her
mind
was
not
clear
.
The
perplexity
was
strong
in
her
good
-
natured
face
.
So
he
waited
.
"
But
,
say
,
Mart
,
"
after
a
long
pause
,
"
how
did
it
end
?
Did
that
young
man
who
spoke
so
highfalutin
’
get
her
?
"
And
,
after
he
had
explained
the
end
,
which
he
thought
he
had
made
artistically
obvious
,
she
would
say
:
-
"
That
’
s
what
I
wanted
to
know
.
Why
didn
’
t
you
write
that
way
in
the
story
?
"
One
thing
he
learned
,
after
he
had
read
her
a
number
of
stories
,
namely
,
that
she
liked
happy
endings
.
"
That
story
was
perfectly
grand
,
"
she
announced
,
straightening
up
from
the
wash
-
tub
with
a
tired
sigh
and
wiping
the
sweat
from
her
forehead
with
a
red
,
steamy
hand
;
"
but
it
makes
me
sad
.
I
want
to
cry
.
There
is
too
many
sad
things
in
the
world
anyway
.
It
makes
me
happy
to
think
about
happy
things
.
Now
if
he
’
d
married
her
,
and
—
You
don
’
t
mind
,
Mart
?
"
she
queried
apprehensively
.
"
I
just
happen
to
feel
that
way
,
because
I
’
m
tired
,
I
guess
.
But
the
story
was
grand
just
the
same
,
perfectly
grand
.
Where
are
you
goin
’
to
sell
it
?
"
"
That
’
s
a
horse
of
another
color
,
"
he
laughed
.
