188 TROTTY'S WEDDING TOUR. answer your purpose just as well. Indeed, so ingenious is Henry Haspy in his exercise of this pliant disposition, so ac- commodating to find in a store-keeper, that when Alta asked him for cheese, he said No, he had n’t any cheese in to-day ; but he had some tallow-candles. Alta thanked him, and said she thought she would rather see his wall-papering. Henry Haspy had no sooner rolled out his paper-stands and whisked over his patterns, than we cried in one united breath: “O Alta!” “O Mari!” How Henry Haspy ever happened on it, J don’t know ; but it was the loveliest thing! Among a crowd of ninepenny dots, and shilling diamonds, and blue and yellow apples, and baskets of hollyhocks and imitation gilding, and numerous varieties of wall-paper art, such as only Henry Haspy could have selected, there lay a soft, soft, soft gray stripe; the softest thing you can think of; all the shades, from the lining of a dove’s breast to the lining of a thunder-cloud, and not a defined edge to them all; they melted into each other, as grays melt in skies and water and on hills, so that where one ends and the other begins you cannot tell; in the shining, silver centre of the pattern ran the only dine in the whole, — a fine, fearless finish of the color of cranberries in the sun. “The gray carpet!” said Alta. “The cranberry table-cloth!” said I. “ Thirty-seven and a half cents,” said Henry Haspy. “‘ Who would think of seven and a half cents, in the face of such a “happening” as that? Alta and I bought eleven rolls