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Every sign of the festivities had been swept away; the holly had been removed from the schoolroom walls, and the forms and desks put back into their places.
The well-known world had broken up, and there emerged Florence, a magic city where people thought and did the most extraordinary things.
At last all was ready; everyone was waiting breathlessly for the sign from Yung-lo which should start the flowing of the metal.
The ivy whines upon the wall, And whines and twines upon the wall, The yellow ivy upon the wall, Ivy, ivy up the wall.
