The Masked Lady would have gone into the chapel then, but she was detained by Mr. Literal, who said irritably:  “That march—­you know it’s really quite modern.  Wagner, isn’t it?”

The Masked Lady replied with a certain repression:  “Beautiful things are never modern—­yet always modern.  They have existed always, from the dawn of time, waiting for the proper occasion for their use.  Come, I must be present at the wedding of Everychild.”

“Still,” said Mr. Literal drily, “I should say there have been many weddings at which you were not present.”

But she was not listening.  She had gone; and he smilingly followed.

The sound of music gradually died away.  There was a distant murmur of voices.  Then again the music sounded, louder, with a quality of triumph in it.  Louder and louder it sounded.

The bridal party returned!  Flower girls ran before, scattering flowers.  Everychild and the Sleeping Beauty appeared, followed by the king and queen.

A great throng entered the room:  lords and ladies, the companions of Everychild, led now by Cinderella.

The bride and the bridegroom were surrounded.  They were acclaimed in loud voices.  They were lifted aloft.  The little black dog barked madly.

Such a scene had never been witnessed before.

CHAPTER XXIV

TIME PASSES

The same room in the castle—­the room where the pomp and ceremony had been.

But it was empty now.  The flowers which had been scattered on the floor had been swept away.  Silence reigned.

Presently two doors opened:  one on the right, the other on the left.  But though the doors opened, not a sound was to be heard, and for an instant no one appeared.

And then—­some one was coming.

Father Time entered at one of the doors.  He walked slowly and quietly across the room.  He carried his scythe and sand-glass.  He glanced neither to left nor right.

He went out at the other door!

PART V

ARGUMENT:  ON HIS WANDERINGS EVERYCHILD BETHINKS HIM OF HIS PARENTS, AND DISCOVERS THAT THOUGH HE HAS SEEMED TO LOSE THEM, HE HAS NOT REALLY DONE SO.

CHAPTER XXV

WILL O’DREAMS REPORTS A DISCOVERY

We have seen how time passed in the castle where Everychild and his companions had come to dwell.  Now let us see what followed.

On a beautiful summer day Everychild and the Sleeping Beauty sat in the great room of the golden furniture and the fire place and the alcove.  They occupied two little golden chairs near the middle of the room.  They were rocking placidly and saying nothing to each other.  Now they rocked backward and forward together, and again they rocked quite contrariwise.

And what have we here?  Close to the Sleeping Beauty there was a tiny cradle, all of gold.  And in it—­well, you could see tresses of wonderful golden hair, and the most marvelous blue eyes which would open and shut, and a complexion which was simply perfect.  Just now the eyes were closed.