198 TROTTYS WEDDING TOUR. CHAPTER XIX. DEB. ss WONDER,” said Deb. And she did wonder, very I much. What about? I think that she hardly knew herself. She only knew that she wondered — and wondered. All the world was a wonder,— the great, soft, shining snow-drift that curled up against the fence opposite her window ; the beautiful whirlpool that the snow made when the wind was up; the ice in the streets, and the little girls that tripped on it, and the little boys that didn’t; the cross grocer who brought flour and beans into Brick Alley every morning; the pleasant baker who sometimes tossed her up a seed-cake through the window; the factory-girls with the little pink bows on their nets, who strolled by in the evening after mills were out, and laughed so that she could hear them quite plainly, or sang a little, — and she could hear that quite plainly too ; the skies when they made faces at her through the square top of the alley, — gray and silver and blue faces, or flame-colored and gold faces, or black faces, or faces crowned all about with stars ; the river too, all that she could see of it, and that was just a crack away be- tween two houses, and a crack of slope that banked it in. In winter the slope was shining white, and in summer it was