Consequently, when the last council was holden, that part of the business
stood, in the end, exactly where it had stood in the beginning.
"But, sir," remarked Phoebe, "we have only six roads after all. Is the
seventh road dumb?"
"The seventh road? Oh!" said Barbox Brothers, rubbing his chin. "That
is the road I took, you know, when I went to get your little present.
That is _its_ story. Phoebe."
"Would you mind taking that road again, sir?" she asked with hesitation.
"Not in the least; it is a great high-road after all."
"I should like you to take it," returned Phoebe with a persuasive smile,
"for the love of that little present which must ever be so dear to me. I
should like you to take it, because that road can never be again like any
other road to me. I should like you to take it, in remembrance of your
having done me so much good: of your having made me so much happier! If
you leave me by the road you travelled when you went to do me this great
kindness," sounding a faint chord as she spoke, "I shall feel, lying here
watching at my window, as if it must conduct you to a prosperous end, and
bring you back some day."
"It shall be done, my dear; it shall be done."
So at last the gentleman for Nowhere took a ticket for Somewhere, and his
destination was the great ingenious town.
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