quot;I just o ;

    quot;Papa Ferris is dead?quot;

    quot;Yes, at Jo;

    quot;Oe people.quot;

    ttle boy moved from be o ;;

    Ferris o apprestretced silk o Elizabeths calm voice.

    quot;Mr. Ferris fat kno;

    quot;But w;

    Bailey and Elizabetrapped look. It ime ago,quot; ;your motime ago.quot;

    quot;Mr. Ferris?quot;

    ttle boy stared at Ferris, amazed and unbelieving. And Ferris eyes, as urned too. as it indeed true t at one time ranger, Elizabettle Butterduck during nig togets and -- finally -- endured in tude truction of the fabric of married love.

    Bailey said to t;Its somebodys supper-time. Come on no;

    quot;But Daddy! Mama and Mr. Ferris -- I --quot;

    Billys everlasting eyes -- perplexed and ility -- reminded Ferris of t tle face and knobby knees w.

    quot;Quick marc; Bailey gently turned Billy to;Say good nig;

    quot;Good nig; fully, quot;I t I aying up for t;

    quot;You can come in after; Elizabet;Run along no;

    Ferris and Elizabet of tuation descended on t moments of silence. Ferris asked permission to pour  tail sable at  ticed the rack.

    quot;Do you still play as beautifully as you used to?quot;

    quot;I still enjoy it.quot;

    quot;Please play, Elizabet;

    Elizabetely. o perform wies; she added readiness of relief.

    S as a prism in a morning room. t voice of t pure and solitary, ed intermingling ed ed frame, tiple music, al and serene, floy. tless ing