The deserted cabins have been torn down, and the fourth pool dredged and confined, prosaically enough, within its banks.

Its mysterious charm is gone, but it yields, every season, some fifteen barrels of watercress.
It was the following April--a year from the time of my first visit--that Terry and I snatched a couple of days from our work, purchased new frock coats, and served as ushers at Polly's wedding.

She and Radnor have been living happily at Four-Pools ever since, and the house with a young mistress is a very different place from the house as it used to be.

Marriage and responsibility have improved Radnor immensely.

He has developed from a recklessly headstrong boy into a keen, rational, upright man; I am sure that Polly has never for a moment had cause to regret her choice.
When the estate was settled, Radnor, very justly, insisted on breaking his father's will and giving to Jeff his rightful share of the property.
Jeff has since become middle-aged and respectable.