192 TROTTY S WEDDING TOUR.

have an attack of apoplexy, there was such a remarkable look
about that papering! I turned to the right, to the left; 1 sat
down ; I stood up; I went out; I came in. Still something
was wrong with the cranberry line. What was it? Where
was it? How did it happen? What did it mean ?

With a little help from Emma Elizabeth (who occupied the
time in informing us that she was going to take an evening
out, and might as well go before supper ; she ’d set the table,
and we could toast up our father’s bread and do the rest) we
had the room all ready at last.

The gray carpet was faultless of a shred; the gray-tinted
paint was spotlessly clean; the cranberry table-cloth was on
the table; the pictures were hung; the sun came in; Alta
tied the curtains with cranberry-colored ribbons, and laid
upon the washstand some little gray-and-cranberry mats
we’d made. We had re-covered the pin-cushion too, with
gray spatter-work (oak-leaves and acorns) on cranberry silk.

Of course, I’ve seen a great many grander rooms, but I
never saw any room in my life which looked so prettily to me
as that room did for about five minutes after it was all in
order, and Alta and I had stepped out into the hall to take
it in.

“ Tt looks like an October morning,” said Alta.

‘“‘Tt makes me think of some of Moore’s poems,” said I.

“Jt ’s very pretty,’ said Emma Elizabeth, peering through
the banisters. ‘“ Laws! I had a calico dress just like it once,
for all the world! Do ye think ye ’ve put it on straight?”

At this ominous question Alta and I exchanged glances.