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It’s twenty minutes, walking from Woosterford Manor down to the village, or thirty seconds if you grease the cookie sheets. Lavender and Tilla certainly do, speed being the first consideration on this trip and safety fifth (parasols notwithstanding). The residents are scandalized, but residents will be. Lavender discovers she’s lost a crown to an ill-placed branch but they’re laughing too hard to establish which one.

The marriage goes through anyway. Lavender makes the best of it, and when the children ask if she has a gap smile like the legendary sled girl, she winks and hides teeth under their pillows.