te w bo TROTTY’S WEDDING TOUR. CHAPTER XX. THE WEDDING TOUR. ROTTY was well. The story-book was printed, was ' handed around, was lent to the neighbors, was laid on the table, was knocked off and walked on, and was laid away in the best bookcase to be kept nicely and forgotten, — it means the same thing; the garret had been a mud-bakery, had been a state-prison, a church-vestry, a circus, a poultry- show, and a picture-gallery since the printing-office was moved out. The world was going on quite as usual. A great many things were happening. In fact, everything had happened but the wedding tour. So Trotty never took any, after all ? Well; he did and he didn’t. You might call it a wedding tour, or you might not. In either case, you would not be far from right. To tell the exact truth, Trotty forgot it. This was partly Merle’s fault. She only came to see him those three times while he was sick, and when he got well he heard that she had been writing notes to the other boys at recess. This was a blow; but worse was to come. Nate came over one day, and prepared him for it; I suppose he tried to break it gently. He said : — “T suppose you know Merle is married again, Trot?” ‘* Married!” said Trotty. ©