s, over which a wealth of rosy snow seemed to have
been flung. Never had bride a more magnificent canopy.

To our rapture, however, it cleared up beautifully Tuesday evening,
and the sun, before setting in purple pomp, poured a flood of wonderful
radiance over the whole great, green, diamond-dripping world, promising
a fair morrow. Uncle Alec drove off to the station through it to bring
home the bridegroom and his best man. Dan was full of a wild idea that
we should all meet them at the gate, armed with cowbells and tin-pans,
and "charivari" them up the lane. Peter sided with him, but the rest of
us voted down the suggestion.

"Do you want Dr. Seton to think we are a pack of wild Indians?" asked
Felicity severely. "A nice opinion he'd have of our manners!"

"Well, it's the only chance we'll have to chivaree them," grumbled Dan.
"Aunt Olivia wouldn't mind. SHE can take a joke."

"Ma would kill you if you did such a thing," warned Felicity. "Dr. Seton
lives in Halifax and they NEVER chivaree people there. He would think it
very vulgar."

"Then he should have stayed in Halifax and got married there," retorted
Dan, sulkily.

We were very curious to see our uncle-elect. When he came and Uncle
Alec took him into the parlour, we were all crowded into the dark corner
behind the stairs to peep at him. Then we fled to the moonlight world
outside and discussed him at the dairy.

"He's bald," said Cecily disappointedly.

"And RATHER short and stout," said Felicity.

"He's forty, if he's a day," said Dan.

"Never you mind," cried the Story Girl loyally, "Aunt Olivia loves him
with all her heart."

"And more than that, he's got lots of money," added Felicity.

"Well, he may be all right," said Peter, "but it's my opinion that your
Aunt Olivia could have done just as well on the Island."

"YOUR opinion doesn't matter very much to our family," said Felicity
crushingly.

But when we made the acquaintance of Dr. Seton next morning we liked him
enormously, and voted him a jolly good fellow. Even Peter remarked aside
to me that he guessed Miss Olivia hadn't made much of a mistake after
all, though it was plain he thought she was running a risk in not
sticking to the Island. The girls had not much time to discuss him with
us. They were all exceedingly busy and whisked about at such a rate
that they seemed to possess the power of being in half a dozen places
at once. The importance of Felicity was quite terrible. But after d