216 TROTTY’'S WEDDING TOUR.

When the Chairman came — breathless — up, he found her
sitting there and holding it. Her little blue veil was off.
She had taken it long ago to tie her hat on with. But she

   

   

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was not freckled, though her pink cheeks shone like little
colored worlds.

““ Does he bite?” asked the Chairman.

“ N-not much,” said the President.

But there was blood upon her hands and apron. To tell
the truth, if the Chairman had been a minute later, I doubt
if he would have seen that woodchuck.