110 TROTTY'S WEDDING TOUR. CHAPTER XI. RYE’S FRITTERS. OT rye fritters, you understand; quite the contrary ; N though the two sound so much alike, how should you understand ? In fact, they were only Rye’s fritters, on account of Jockey. “ Fritters”? was Jockeyese for “curls.”? They happened in this way. Rye went to Boston. Now, Rye had been to Boston be- fore; of course she had; who hasn’t? Unless, indeed, I should except a little girl I picked up and piled into my sleigh the other day, who opened her mouth so wide when I touched up the Major and whizzed her down hill, that she quite lost her breath out of it, but gasped and said, — “ O—o—oo—ooh! My soul! Why, I never was inside along of a carriage before in all my life!” Rye, as I said, had been to Boston before, so she did not carry her mouth open; neither did she say, “My soul!” though rather, I think, because she had forgotten that she had a soul, than because it was n’t an advisable thing for a little girl to say. For Rye went to Boston ‘“ on business.” She had been on pleasure trips of various kinds, such as to the shoemaker’s, the doctor’s, the dentist’s, etc., but she never