aGive thanks,a he said, wondering how soon he could sweep her laughing into his arms and carry her upstairs to a bed covered with smooth sheets fresh from hanging in the sun. aWe have hope of heaven.a aAlliteration!a Clarissa pointed out, with a twinkle in her eye that told him her thoughts were perfectly in accord with his.

Enough! He picked her up and spun her around and around. Then, aEnjoy the feast!a he called, and ran for their home.

end.