178 TROTTYS WEDDING TOUR.

half happy, in the naughty clothes. She thought he would
think it was very funny to see her in Bab’s clothes. She
hoped he would say, —

“ Ba—by! Ba—bee!”

But he didn’t; not once. Instead, an ugly brown bird,
with big wings, hopped all along the telegraph-wire after her.
Pudge thought the brown bird was singing a psalm-tune that
her mother played Sunday nights.

“ Child — of — sin — and — so—or—row !”

Pudge did n’t like that. She didn’t altogether like the
little ‘* zhacket,”’ either ; and she felt “ all out doors ”’ in the
little trousers.

Some boys were playing ball by the side of the road. They
threw down their bats and laughed, —

“ Hollo! There ’s Pudge in pantaloons! Pudge in pan-
ta—loo—oons !”

And Pudge did n’t like that, either.

Then an old lady came by, and stopped, and threw up her
hands.

“¢ Law sakes a massy!” said she. ‘ Won’t your ma give
it to you when you get home!”

And Pudge did n’t like thaé, at all.

She ran up along by the fence, edgewise, all the way to
grandma’s — ran in and threw down her note — ran out and
away home before grandma, could get her spectacles wiped to
see ‘ what boy that was.”

The dreadful boys were playing ball yet. The dreadful