the carpet! How dare you, Toby?

TOBY. Why, missis, you _told_ me to put down de _water_!

MRS. M. Oh, I shall go distracted!

MR. MORRIS. Come, sister, I 'spect you'd better go home and send for
Doctor Bumpstead! Maybe he can fish up your eyes again, and stick them
in right side out. A--h! good-by, Miss Isabella, good-by, Mrs. Montague!

ALL THE DOLLS IN CHORUS. Good-by, a--h!

"Oh! did ever anybody have such a funny play before!" cried Lina, fairly
dropping Miss Morris, and clapping her hands with delight. "I mean
always to play in this way."

"Yes, it is so nice!" said Minnie. "But, come, Lina, how shall we dress
Miss Isabella to get married?"

"Oh, she has a wedding-dress all ready," replied Lina; "white silk with
lace over."

"Splendid!" cried both the sisters.

"Now, if Mr. Morris could only have a plain suit, he would look so much
more like a bridegroom."

"Well, perhaps sister will make him one," said Lina; "but what shall we
do with poor Miss Morris?"

The recollection of Miss Morris's mishap set them off again laughing;
and finally they decided that she might come to the wedding, but must
keep her handkerchief to her eyes all the time, as if she were quite
overcome by having her brother married; as well she might be, for how
would her two holes instead of eyes compare with Miss Isabella Belmont
Montague's charms?

This point settled, Lina and her little visitors were just beginning to
review the other dolls, to see who would look best at the wedding, when
a knock came at the door, and in walked Mary, Lina's nurse, to say that
Minnie and Maggie were sent for!

"Oh, what a pity!" cried Lina. "I wish you could stay all day, and all
night, and all the rest of the time. It's too bad!"

"Oh, that the afternoons were forty-'leven times as long!" said Maggie.
"Well, we must go, I suppose. Good-by, Lina; we'll come Monday
afternoon, if mamma will let us; and finish the play."

So the children kissed each other, and Minnie and Maggie were bundled up
in their warm coats and hoods, and went home. As soon as they were gone,
Lina ran to her sister Alice with Mr. Morris, and begged her to make him
a suit of black to get married in, as Miss Isabella had expressed her
preference for that style of dress. Alice kindly promised she would, and
that very evening she hunted up some black cloth that was left from a
cloak of her mother's, and in a few hours Mr. Morris was rigged out in
the last style of fashion. He