It was a bit o' cheek ever to dream of hitting a streak of such luck as that.

All the same, I've won something that I shall treasure all the days of my life....

Look.
Here come some of the mourners." She pointed to three crows that flapped across a sky all hung with red and gold.
Joan was puzzled.

"Mourners ?" "Why, yes.

Isn't this the death bed of a day ?" "I never thought of it in that way," said Joan.
"No," said Tootles, running her eyes again over Joan's well-groomed young body.