So endeth this chronicle.
It being strictly a history of a boy, it must
stop here; the story could not go much further without
becoming the history of a man. When one
writes a novel about grown people, he knows exactly
where to stop—that is, with a marriage;
but when he writes of juveniles, he must stop where
he best can.
Most of the characters that perform
in this book still live, and are prosperous and happy.
Some day it may seem worth while to take up the story
of the younger ones again and see what sort of men
and women they turned out to be; therefore it will
be wisest not to reveal any of that part of their
lives at present.
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