Waiting alone in the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history, with the savage aroma of fresh mulberry pies wafting in from outside, Holly, even lovelier — if possible — in her grief, thought once more of Schuyler ‘Sneaky Legs’ van Johnson, the loving suitor she had turned so thoughtlessly away. He was now, according to three independent witnesses, starring in yet another film with Fanny Heinlein.
   At that moment came a peal of mighty bells, and she instinctively checked her fingernails. He was here! “I was a cad, a complete and utter fool! I can’t hope that you’ll ever be able to forgive me — but if you do not, I must die, my perfect little carrot!” he chuckled.
   Just then, there was a much-appreciated break in the formerly-incessant shelling, and as the glow of renewed love gradually overcame her mounting desire for dinner, she started to think about what they would call their children.