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where the sun did not shine. They would
have been common black grapes otherwise.
His heart was simply broken, and all his
happiness gone. He dashed down the
road, leaving the green grapes there to be
trodden underfoot, and to this day no one
knows what became of him..... Ah,
Doris, we ought to pray when we hope for
a thing very much that it will never be
granted us.”

The Visitor paused, feeling that his story
had ended very lamely, and in a moment
Doris was upon him. There were tears
in her eyes, and he felt himself a criminal.

“It is a hateful story,” she said. “Why
did you tell it me? The things we want
are good, and they are better when we
have them. Iam sure it isnottrue. The
fox would have gone into foreign countries
if he wanted the. white grapes so badly,
though I do not believe the sweet black
grapes would have tired him. You do not
think the story is true?”

The Visitor paused, uncertain for a