ain, to take leave of her
relations and friends, who had eaten up all the wooden refreshments by
this time (though, strange to say, the dishes seemed as full as ever),
while Minnie, Maggie, and Lina eat up the sugar plums; and poor Miss
Morris sucked her thumbs, I suppose, for not a speck of anything else
did she get.

There was a great time bidding good-by, and so many hard noses were
bumped against the bride's cheek this time, that they made a dent, which
looked quite like a dimple, and improved her appearance very much
indeed. As to Mr. Morris, nobody took the slightest notice of him, as is
usually the case with the bridegroom, but he didn't seem to mind it in
the least; for he went on smirking at the company as blandly as ever.
Perhaps he didn't want people's noses making holes in _his_ face; you
wouldn't want them made in _yours_, would you? you dear little Pinkey
Winkey! Bless your heart! there's dimples enough in that cunning face
already.

But now the carriage was brought round to the door, for Mr. and Mrs.
Morris to go on their travels. It was made of--ahem!--tin, and was drawn
by two dashing tin horses, with tails like comets, and manes like
waterfalls, and such a great number of bright red spots painted all
over them, that they looked as if they had broken out with a kind of
scarlet measles.

The bride and bridegroom were put in their places, the big trunk was
hoisted up in front, and away they went! and travelled all the way down
the entry to the head of the stairs, and through sister Alice's room to
the fireplace! My! what a long journey! 'most a hundred miles, I should
think! that is, it would seem so to dolls.

Thus ended the grand play of Miss Isabella Belmont Montague's wedding,
which had taken two whole afternoons to finish, and which the children
thought the most _interestingest_ play that ever was. If you want to
know what became of her after that, I advise you to go right to Lina's
house and ask how Mr. and Mrs. Morris come on with their housekeeping!
That's all there is of this story--BOO!!

THE FAIRY WISH.

ONCE upon a time there lived a little old man, with his little old wife,
in a little old house that ran on wheels. Did you ever? Well, I never
did.

The reason why the little old house ran on wheels was, that the little
old man used to keep a monkey show in it, and drove it about for a
caravan; with an old white horse, that had a blind eye, to draw it; but
now the monkeys were