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Rh jewel-strung towers and domes rose white against the lovely night. Meg looked around her, and uttered a little cry.

"Oh, Rob!" she said. "Oh, dear John Holt. We have got into the City Beautiful, and you are going to let us live there always."

And John Holt knew that the big house would seem empty no more.