re is his carte de visite, taken in his
wedding clothes. You see, the photograph man left his own hat on the
table by mistake; doesn't it look funny?

[Illustration: Portrait of Mr. Morris.]

It was past Lina's bedtime before Mr. Morris was completely dressed; but
she was allowed to sit up "just this once," and when he was finished,
she kissed Alice a great many times, carried him off in triumph, and
shut him up tight in a box, for fear his clothes should get tumbled.

Monday afternoon, Minnie and Maggie came again, bringing with them a
dear little wax doll of Minnie's, and a great paper of sugar-plums, to
"play party" with. When Mr. Morris had been sufficiently admired in his
new clothes, the children collected the other dolls, and put the
Montague family in their house again. Mr. Montague was left all alone in
the parlor to receive the company, and the ladies were up stairs in the
front bed room. Miss Isabella's wedding dress was spread out on the
elegant French bed, all ready for her to wear; and as it is a well-known
fact that a fashionable lady cannot possibly get dressed in less than
three hours, the time was put at nine o'clock, as the wedding would take
place at twelve.

Lina then began the play:

MRS. MONTAGUE. Come, my dear, it is time for you to dress; you've only
got three hours to get all ready in.

MISS ISABELLA. Yes, mamma, I am putting on my shoes now. (That is,
Maggie was putting them on.) Oh, dear! they are a great deal too tight!
they hurt me _dreadfully_. Please let me take them off.

MRS. M. No, they are not; they are a beautiful fit; don't be silly,
Isabella.

ISABELLA. I think you are real mean! There, they are on; now I must put
on my dress.

Here Maggie made her stand up, and Lina put on her dress and fastened
it.

ISABELLA. Oh, my! what a beautiful dress! Can't I keep it on all the
time, mamma?

MRS. M. Why, no; of course not! This is your wedding dress.

ISABELLA. Well, then, I mean to get married over again next year, so I
can wear it some more.

MRS. M. Now I must put on your veil, my dear, and then you will be all
ready.

Here Maggie clapped her hands to express Miss Isabella's joy, while Lina
put on the veil.

ISABELLA. Oh, how pretty I look!

MRS. M. Don't be vain, Isabella. There, you are dressed; sit down now,
while I get ready.

So Miss Isabella sat down with her new frock sticking out all around
her, like a perfect balloon, a most magnificent creature to behold