Thanks so much to everyone who understood and sent some encouragement! I love you guys! *hugs tightly* Thank you soooo much! Reading your reviews really made my day. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!
As for life as of now, it's going well, but I have a 2 page+ list of things I need to do. I'll be home for about 2 months or so, and then I'll be going back to Canada for X-mas. After that, however, vacation time will be over for me and thing's will settle down a bit. I'll have to get a job, etc. and won't have a lot of time for running around anymore.^_^; So, in that case, thanks to everyone who has stuck with me so far. I know I've put you through a lot, but I truly thank you for staying around.^-^
In other news, I have a lap top! Woohoo! The battery is only good for 2hrs away from a plug in, but that's okay; it's better than nothing right?^_~* So yeah, as usual, I'll write when I can, and the updates will start up again.^_^ Thanks for giving me that vacation everyone!
Oh, and Chris, if you ever see this, though I doubt you will, thanks for the use of the cute evil.^_^ It helped greatly.^_~*
So, without further ado, chappie time!!! ^-^ *giggles*
Goku's Daughter- You moved? Awesome.^_^ How are you liking the new place? *hugs*
Vampire-Elf- Lol Coincidence my foot.^_~ I love the kissy face scene!! KISSY FAACCEE!!! *dies* So cuuttee!!!
ladykaa28- You... are.. so sweet! *hugs you until you can't breathe* Thank you sooooo much!
pruningshears- Thanks so much! *hugs tightly* And don't worry, I'm not going to abandon the story; I just needed a little time off.^_~
Funky Nassau- Lol No worries, and thanks!^_^
Mustard Yellow Sunshine- I hope you didn't mind the wait too much, and I'm glad that you liked the chapter.^_^ Fluuufff!!!!
S@n-ch@n- You want him as your tutor? lol But don't we all? ^-^ *giggles* And hey, no worries about not commenting. We all know how hectic life can be, and I don't want your world to revolve around my fic.^_~ Whenever you get the chance, I love to hear from ya, but if you don't, don't worry about it.^_^ *hugs*
RedHerring- Yeah, it read that, but who was looking? ^_~ And fluffff!!!! Yay! Hehehe, about the Roundabout Toys idea, I might write it, but honestly, I don't know. I'm more the romantic, dramatic writer than straight comedy, but I could certainly try.^_~
Laura Petri- Lol It shouldn't take that long, and no, I promise that I won't just drop the story. What kind of Inu Yasha addict would I be then? Lol ^_^
ChristyKay- I didn't know that Ayame was just for anime purposes, but as for your question, if she does, I won't mention it.^_~ She was/is mainly in there to create tension between Kouga and Kagome, and if he ever happens to show up to ruin things between Inu and Kag, Ayame will show up to ruin his plans, though I don't think that I actually have any more scenes with Kouga, but we'll see. ^_^ I feel kind of bad though; I mean, Kouga's a sweetie, a bit overbearing, but a sweetie nonetheless, and I have him as a bad guy.~_~; Oh well, the story must go on, ne? ^_^ As for the Kikyo not dieing many times... well, although that sucks royally, that means that, if the anime holds true to manga length, there should be many, many more episodes, and this fangirl will be happy.^-^ I only have 124 episodes. *pouts* Hehehe. And yeah, the 15th manga is only out here, so I have a LOOOONNNNGGGGGG way to go on that front. ~_~; I'm glad that you like the story and, to be honest, I'm barely aware of how this one is different, but I know it is. Lol Guess I haven't really read one in a while then huh?^_^; And I am sooo glad that you don't care when I update. It's nice having people ask me to update quickly, because I know they enjoy the chapters of course, but I feel bad when chapters are late and yeah.^_^; Anyway, thanks for the comment! Is this review long enough for ya?^_~ *giggles* Have a good day and hope to see you soon!^_^ Update: There's a reason that she's alive other than to piss us off? Oh My gods! Lol I kid, but in that case, yes, I am very, very happy that she's alive. Inu and Kag forever!^-^
Grass is Always Greener review: lol Of course he's chosen Kagome already, even if he had convinced himself otherwise, especially in the 40s there. ^_~ I loved that episode, but it was so sweet and saadd!!! ^_^ *giggles* Anyway, I'm inclined to agree with what you said about Kikyo as well, she really doesn't have much else to go for, and she grew up, living her entire life to protect the Shikon no Tama. I feel kind of bad for her, and I don't really like the way she's portrayed in a lot of other fics. I tend to imagine someone else, because I can't imagine Kikyo acting like that, you know? Though, of course, as soon as I see her in the anime or manga, that side of me that feels sympathy for her goes on vacation, but you know, love rival and all.^_~ lol Thanks for the review!^_^ *hugs*
Laura Petri- I'm glad you liked Memories of the Present, and I'm honored to be on your list!^_^ *giggles* I don't know if you'll ever see this, but thank you for the review! *hugs* And I hope, if you read this story, you'll like it as much as the first.^_~
Ligar Zero X- I'll see what I can do!^_^ *giggles*
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of the characters in it. If I did I'd be rich, but I'm not... and if I had lots of money I'd probably spend it on anime anyway so pleeaasseee, don't sue me.^_^ lol
Oh, and as always,
_= thoughts *_* = sound/ italicized "_" = speech
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"Kag?
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"Only if I can call you Inu." He couldn't stop the blush that rose to tinge his cheeks any more so than he could refuse the hand she then offered. Taking her slender hand in his own, larger one, Inu Yasha closed his grip about it, reveling in the soft feel of her skin, and yet eyes never leaving hers.
"Deal."
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Do the Math
Chapter 27: When it Rains, it Pours
"Nee-chan, nee-chan, wake up. We're going to be late." A slight stirring from underneath a young girl's comforter encouraged the young boy to continue, giving proof that she was, indeed, alive. "Nee-chan!"
"Unngg... Kohaku, what is it?" Rolling over, Sango laid a weak hand against her forehead. She had had a horrible day the day before, teachers, tests, perverted boys, the whole works, and had fallen asleep as soon as she had gotten home. Even with the extra rest, however, she was still beat, and she had to pick up Kirara later that day to spend some time with her. Noting the level of energy that was going to take, and considering the amount she had then, Sango was determined not to move from bed until at least ten, not to eat, not to go to the bathroom; nothing would keep her from bed or sleep.
"Nee-chan, you promised to take me to the mall, remember? I'm meeting people there and I'm going to be late." Well, almost nothing. Rolling over, her back towards her little brother, Sango sighed and buried her face under her pillow, the next words spoken being thus muffled, yet not unintelligible to the ears of the smaller boy, gazing worriedly from behind her.
"Kohaku, you're meeting your friends at one and it only takes a few minutes to get there." Yawning softly, Sango tugged upon the dark pink comforter she then lay under, raising it to her chin, or where her chin would have been if it weren't under the pillow, and making it seem as if she weren't there at all, minus the large lump in the bed of course. "Just wake me up around noon okay? I have to pick up Kirara at one thirty."
"But nee-chan..."
"No 'but's; I'm tired."
"But Sango..." Throwing the covers off of her form slightly in exasperation, Sango quickly turned over to look at her little brother, mood growing fouler by the moment.
"What is it?"
"It's twelve forty." The skies thundered, horses neighed, and the knights who say ne heard the word "it". Time itself stopped, allowing but one thing to move about in the stillness of the vast space the world had become with just three short words, the widening, cinnamon eyes of a panicked girl. It couldn't have been that late; there was no possible way. It took half an hour in itself to go get Kirara and the doctor was busy, so she couldn't be late. It wasn't that late; he was just playing a trick on her, but when had he ever done something like that? Jerking her head to the side, Sango was met with the steady blink blink of the alarm clock next to her, green, shining numbers burning their figures into her mind for all eternity, or so it seemed. Kohaku had been right. Oh no, she had to hurry; this couldn't have been happening.
"I'll be in the car." As he walked, rather nonchalantly, towards the door that led from the confines of the room to the rest of the apartment outside, Kohaku stopped short, beckoned by the sweet melody of his sister's voice, panicked as it may have been.
"Kohaku, I'm so sorry, but I have to pick up Kirara and I can't be late. Can you please take the bus downtown? I don't have time to..." The sound of squealing brakes and the release of stress upon a heavy object could be heard, bringing both from their conversation as it started once more, picking up speed and driving away, not realizing that as it departed, it carried the hopes of one teenage girl, in particular, with it. This was not good. Noticing his sister's unusually tense posture, Kohaku took a hesitant step towards her.
"Is there anything I can do to help you get ready?" Mind frantically searching for a way out of her predicament, Sango did the only thing she could do.
"Make a list of everyone you're going to meet and their phone numbers." Jumping out of bed, she began ferreting through her drawers, throwing random articles of clothing on her bed as she went, and landing her bra atop Kohaku's head. Shaking the article of clothing from his being, Kohaku cringed slightly as he saw it, and tossed the undergarment aside, to join the other clothes on the comforter, before addressing his sister once more.
"Why?" Turning, Sango looked at him sternly, leaving no room for argument.
"Just do it." And thus Kohaku was gone.
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"Okay, first thing's first, Kagome." It made sense; why bother her brother's friends' parent(s) when she could always count on her best friend? *ring ring*
"Sorry dear, Kagome's gone to her tutoring session already, and I have to run down to work for a bit." Okay, okay, this wasn't a problem; she could call someone else. Who could she call? How about Inu Yasha... wait, tutoring, right. Well, she couldn't really think of anyone else she could call to ask, so it looked like the friends' parents would be next in line. Silently thanking Kohaku for making the list so quickly, Sango raised the small sheet of paper and, analyzing the small, scribbled names, began dialing the first number that had been jotted down.
*ring ring* "Sorry." Okay, no problem.
*ring ring* "We would help if we could but..." Next caller...
*ring ring* "You need to learn responsibi..." *click*
*ring ring* "We're going on vacation." And they're letting their son hang out at the mall?
*ring ring* "I have the same problem; can you help me?" Groaning, Sango held her head in one palm, tapping her middle finger against her forehead in thought, as her other dropped the receiver back into its cradle. There *was* another person she could ask, but it was really a long shot. Well, when worst came to worst...
*ring ring* "Mrs. Miko?"
"Nay, I have some errands to run that can not wait." Sighing softly, Sango hung her head, the chocolate sheen of her silken tresses the only sign of light upon her dreary form.
There was no one left to ask. She had covered the parents, Kagome, Inu Yasha, she couldn't do it herself, and she'd rather not think of what... oh no. No no no no no. Realization kicked in, shredding her thoughts like a blender, more so than the preverbal hot knife through butter that was often mentioned in times of such, ripping and tearing at every idea she held sane, every choice she had made, and more importantly, the quality time she had planned for that day. Yet, there was little choice in the matter. Could she really ask? The sound of the car horn honking excessively outside put that much more pressure on Sango's already weary mind, causing it to give slightly under it's load, and in effect, causing her thoughts to change, bending the rules that she herself set upon this situation, in favor of resolving it in the most desperate attempt she had made in quite a while. Time was running short, she was going to be late, she was going to make Kohaku late, her promise was about to be broken, and she REALLY didn't want to do this, but what choice did she have? She was completely and utterly out of both options and energy. There was no other way; she was going to do it.
"Of course Sango; it would be a pleasure to assist you."
"Thanks Houshi! Sorry, but I have to hurry if I'm going to get Kohaku there on time. I'll meet you back here in half an hour okay? Bye." *click* On the other side of the, now dead, line, a young man cocked his head to the side, a slightly helpless, forgiving smile accenting his slumped shoulders as a sweat drop appeared overhead. Shaking his head slightly, the smile changed into a smirk, as Miroku readied his keys and headed out the door. The things one did for love.
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"Bye nee-chan!"
"Bye Kohaku!" With a short hug and a fleeting wave, Sango released her little brother and watched him walk through the front entrance of the mall. He was going to take the bus back later that night, and though she worried about him being out that late, as all guardians should, she trusted her brother to take care of himself. Hell, he had taken care of her often enough, so she probably had nothing to worry about, yet still, pulling out of the parking lot and away from her only family, she couldn't help but wonder what she'd ever do without him. Wait a minute; she should've been thinking more about the soon-to-be new addition to their family, instead of losing one of the current members. Such depressing thoughts just wouldn't do if she was going to see Kirara all day, and the mood certainly wouldn't help when she saw Miroku. If she knew Houshi, he wouldn't leave with just a "Hello, here's Kirara". She would soon find out just how right she was.
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"I've got it! Ahhh!!!"
"Sango!!! Nooo!!!!" She was falling, falling into a puddle of darkness as long and wide as the sea itself. The breath was torn from her lungs as it seeped through the fabric of her being, immersing her within its cold, sticky darkness. What foul being could've created something so hideous, so merciless? With those fuzzy little ears and tiny, naked tail, it was certainly one to be reckoned with. The mouse... was going to pay.
Chairs toppled over, knocking against the table before tumbling onto their sides upon the tile floor below, making such a clatter as to scare the rodent right into their awaiting arms, or so they thought. Yes, it ran, it ran straight at them, but no one suspected the depths of it's evil nature, nor the depths it was possible to go into someone's pant leg. Miroku crumpled to the ground shortly thereafter, pants in disarray around his livid form. He may have been able to take massive head trauma, but crotch shots were a totally different matter. At least they had trapped that pesky mouse. A small squeak could be heard, echoing the thud of a human body against a solid object, before the tiny scratches of skittering nails were detected, heading in the opposite direction. It was a sly one indeed.
It seemed that Sango's initial thoughts had been true; as soon as Miroku had shown up, he refused to leave her alone and "unprotected". Unprotected against what? Who knew, but Sango was more worried about what a certain perverted teenager might do, over just about any danger within her own home; at least those didn't have hands. However, stubborn as Miroku was, Sango eventually became glad for it, fore not a minute after he had passed through her door, a small sound had been heard sneaking about the kitchen. They had a mouse, and Miroku had a way to prove his worth. Of course, no one had counted on the wily little thing being so swift nor cunning, and thus they had the problem at hand.
Analyzing her juice ridden garments as she raised herself from the puddle below, Sango grumbled softly, mood growing ever worse by the moment, yet not to the point of outward extremities…yet. Still, the fact remained that that stain would NEVER come out. Somewhere in the background, Kirara could be heard apologizing for the mess; she had spilled the juice earlier, upon sight of the mouse in question, but though sincere, her please went unheard, as Sango came to a full stand, dead to the world, save for the mouse and the steady dripping of liquid on tile. Miroku took a small step back, impassive, as even he could be, yet deep within his gut, experiencing a curious need to hide, to dodge the bullet that was eventually to come if things continued on as such, before it was too late. Unfortunately, Sango didn't see it the same way. Spotting the mouse, huddled in the corner of the room, she grabbed a nearby spoon and chucked it at the unsuspecting creature. Yes, it look vulnerable, and one would think horrible thoughts if they had seen, but those in that particular kitchen knew better, and would not be swayed by false appearances. With a speed unknown to mouse kind, the small rodent took off, into the living room to seek sanctuary beneath the sofa within, and those in pursuit couldn't help but fume at the small being. That was it; that was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. The mouse... was so dead.
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It hadn't taken long for them to chase the mouse, nor for it to cause havoc, both within and without the complex, coming to the most inevitable conclusion in this story so far; the mouse... had conquered all. If either Miroku or Sango had had any strength left, they would've fought once more, raising themselves to the level they knew they were capable of achieving, but as it was, they were wet, sore, and covered in flour... don't ask. All they could do now was lay upon the couch, or the floor, depending on the person, and fume. They would've plotted a horrible, horrible death for the mouse, had they any ideas, but as such, were quite helpless to do so. It was indeed, a sad sight. A small figure approached the two, ready to mock at any moment. Yes, cute it was, but they cared no longer.
"Sango, I could catch it for you." They had told Kirara once before to leave it to them, that the grown ups would take care of it, and she had simply rolled her eyes and sat down out of chasing range. Kirara had watched the whole procession, not being allowed to help when the answer was so simple, though she knew that they'd never see it. Too tired to care any longer, Sango smiled encouragingly and nodded, the helplessness in that nod startling even the small girl before them.
"I'm sure you can." With a curt nod the girl was gone. The determination in her eyes had been a welcomed sight to the two upon their backs, but much more was the sight that greeted them, not but a moment later, the mouse, in the hands of a small child. She had done what they together could not, in an amount of time that rivaled that of the gods, but neither bothered to question it, and were, instead, just pleased that the task had finally been accomplished. Kirara would get a special treat that night, but at that moment, there were still a few loose ends to be taken care of first.
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Sure, they had wanted to punish the mouse, hell, in their eyes, he had been BEGGING to be punished, but who could tell a small child that her prize would be killed, especially when the puppy face came into play? It was cruel, one of those evils that could not be denied, and played upon the feelings of its victims, enticing them to do those things that only love could persuade. Thank Kami she wasn't older, or Miroku'd be screwed (perhaps even literally! *mocks gasps*). In the end, the mouse was put into a small jar, lid off of course, as to not suffocate the small creature, while the stalemate between the youths was resolved. It eventually came about, that the mouse wouldn't be killed after all, merely taken from the house and let loose somewhere in the city, and though Miroku had a few suggestions as to where (let's just say that no locker room was safe), for the safety of women everywhere, they had let it loose by the side of a road, to make its own journey through life, albeit in the wild... hopefully. Of course, that hadn't stopped it from making trouble in the car, nor stopped Kirara's sadness over the loss of her new pet, but all in all, it was the best decision, and Sango was that much happier for it.
On the way back the apartment, the three stopped into a grocery store. While Sango looked at things for Kirara's special surprise, Miroku kept the girl entertained in the candy section, something that Kirara had no problem partaking in, delighting in the colors, sights, smells, and occasional nibbles that came from it. Despite the fleeting odd looks and relationship remarks from the people passing by, the trip to and from the store went smoothly, allowing them to arrive back at Sango's with happiness in their hearts and, to Sango's endless joy, emptiness in their stomachs.
As Sango went into the kitchen, readying Kirara's special treat, Miroku snuck the young girl a small lollipop that he had been hiding. He had successfully stowed it away from Sango's watchful eye simply to smuggle it to the girl once the opportunity arose and, counting his mission completed, was more than happy to sit and play with Kirara while Sango cooked away, briefly wondering if this was what it would be like to have a family, hopefully one with the charming beauty currently in the kitchen. However, enticing as those thoughts were, they were quickly interrupted by the jingling of another thing they had stopped to get on their way back, a long, golden staff, topped with a design of moons and circles. The staff, once belonging to his father, was priceless as far as Miroku was concerned, and was the only memento he had of his childhood, sans the rosary wrapped hand covering. It was for this reason that he brought it, however; what good was something important, if it could not be shared with those important to you? And at the moment, Sango and Kirara were the only things he saw, the only women in his life, and the keepers of his hopes, his future. His father would've wanted to meet them eventually.
Once again, the sound of jingling circles, three bands to either side of the circle connected to the top golden fitting upon staff, brought Miroku from within his reverie, and back to the real world. Looking around the living room, he noticed Kirara poking the staff, attempting to carry it, though it was much too large for her to even consider lifting. The sight, adorable as it was, set his mind at ease, and, thinking her to be fine on her own, set off into the kitchen to clean the mess they had made before. Sango was busy cooking, and therefore, he was the only one left to clean it; Kirara couldn't know of her surprise dinner.
The evening passed, as it always must, yet very little happened. Kirara ate her favorite type of fish for dinner, had some more smuggled candy for desert, though neither she nor Miroku would ever tell Sango such, and was soon picked up by the doctor that watched after her. He had arrived and left with one parting cup of tea, leaving Sango and Miroku alone, and content, though somewhat exhausted; it has been a tiring day.
By then it was getting late, and every minute slowly began to seem as if a small eternity. Miroku knew he would have to go soon, as he didn't want to be a burden to Sango, but he didn't want to leave, and frankly, she didn't want him to either. Settled on the couch, each looked their separate ways, whether it be to the ground, wall, ceiling, or in their very own lap, unable to look upon the other in case they might suggest leaving them alone, and yet unable to voice how much they wanted to stay as they were, quiet as it may have been. A few moments passed as the tension in the room began to grow, creating a shield about them, as if to trap them within their own minds, their own doubts and worries. Someone needed to say something, anything, to revive the life that had been in the room only hours before.
"Sango I..."
"Thank you.." As the rest of his sentence caught in his throat, Miroku turned startled, violet eyes upon the girl sitting next to him. Thick, obsidian locks hung down, veiling her face within their silken tendrils, yet leaving but a tiny spec of flesh to peek through, flesh that had turned the slightest shade of pink. Straightening her shoulders, and moving to face him, Sango allowed herself to look for comfort within him, and, taking courage, if but from that small act, met his eyes and held the lock between them without hesitation. "Thank you for picking up Kirara and spending the day with m... us. Thank you for cleaning the mess we made chasing the mouse, and for trying to catch it. And... t...thank you for being here now." With every word her resolve has softened and eyes drifted downwards. Now, with the last of her courage run dry, Sango began to turn away once more, and would have succeeded if not for the fingers that came up to gently cup her chin within themselves, bidding her to follow them right back into the houshi's amethyst depths.
"No Sango, it was a pleasure to help one such as yourself, and, even more so, to eat your cooking." As the last of his voice echoed in her ears, Sango's blush could only grow deeper, and her heart beat faster. Why, why was he doing this to her? Why did she react that way to him? Gazing deeply within those violet orbs, stormy with passion and vigor, she could see nothing but truth in what he had said, and, as she opened her mouth to say something, to express her heart, mind and soul within but a few short, meaningful words, those exact words caught within her throat, causing it to dry and her to swallow roughly before pushing them from their self-inflicted prison.
"Miro..."
"Sis, I'm home!" The startled teens immediately shoved apart, pushing themselves more from the idea of being caught than from each other, even as their physical forms gave way.
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It hadn't taken a genius to realize what Kohaku had interrupted, and he was far from naive about it. Walking into the living room, he couldn't help but watch the flustered couple shove apart, and truth be told, felt bad about it. It wasn't often that his sister called the perverted boy anything other than houshi, but the damage had been done, and it was now time to undo it. Hoping that things would resume as they were, or at least get back on track, Kohaku excused himself, claiming to be tired, even as he exited the room and entered his own. With the click of a lock, his escape had been completed; it was about time that those two got together, and damned if he was going to mess that up. He just wished that they weren't so stubborn about it.
Two hours were spent as such, with Kohaku in his room playing games and the two in the living room. He didn't know what was going on, and really didn't interrupt again, but when the power of hunger began to take effect, his resolve began to soften. Yet still, he held on, and only as his bladder protested earnestly to his refusal, did he disobey his own commands and head from the sanctuary of his room to the apartment without, attempting to ease his way past the living room with as much tact as possible, and as much invisibility as necessary. On the way back, however, he couldn't help but sneak a peek at the scene, open to his eyes, though seemingly a world of it's own, and yet, even with that knowledge, as his gaze drifted upon the couple at hand, he couldn't help the slight dropping of his jaw as surprise took hold of him, wrapping itself around his body as if a warm blanket from the bed he had just left, urging him to continue forth.
The two had fallen asleep, Sango curled tightly into Miroku's arms, and he around her, face resting upon her head, nestled within her raven locks. It was certainly about time.
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Sunlight poured into the small room as Kohaku awoke, greeting the new day with a smile and a soft yawn. He briefly wondered if his sister and future brother-in law were asleep. It would be quite a show when they awoke and, shameless as it was, he was tempted to go watch. Family dramas were always of the more interesting variety. Stretching his limbs, the boy looked to his window and sighed. It was such a beautiful morning. Maybe he could go see if Souta could play, or maybe he'd go to the park and run around with the other kids there. A sharp slapping sound rang through the air, followed quickly by a startled cry. Stomping feet pounded roughly against the apartment floor as the tore their way through the halls and into the room adjacent to his own. It seemed that they were indeed awake, and he had missed the show. Sweat dropping, he tuned his gaze from the door to the window once more, and, smiling lightly upon a small, dew-covered web within the frame of his window, made a conclusion that all wished they could make, and hold true, every day of their lives; it was going to be a beautiful day.