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ried again,’’ said the lady ; “ I did n’t promise Nate a banana
with one end good, to be treated so.”

“T s’pose,’”’ said Trotty, serenely ignoring this feminine
annoyance, “I s’pose we might as well do it to-day as any
time.”

“T’d rather it would be to-morrow,” said the lady, de-
cidedly. ‘My French print is in the wash, and won’t be
ironed till morning. I would n’t marry any body in this old
delaine.”

“JT fought it was a pretty dress,” said Trotty, argumenta-
tively.

“ What do you know about dresses? ” said the bride-elect,
with emphasis.

There was no reply to this crushing argument. What did
he? Trotty sighed, and submitted perforce to Fate.

“ Anyways,” said he, “I’d like the jelly roll-over to-day.
Then I would n’t care so much!”

“We must go on a wedding tour,” said Merle.

“O yes,” said Trotty. “I’d like to go down the Me’sh
onaraft; or hire Mr. Bogg’s old pony, — J can drive, —
and ride round awhile.”

“Yd rather go to Lawrence in the cars,” said the lady,
coolly. “‘ We might go over on the noon train, and do a little
shopping, and have an ice-cream. My mother would n’t
care.”

“T7ll ax my mother,” said the young bridegroom, plain-

tively, somewhat abashed by this immense proposal. ‘‘ She
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