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wouldn't have done to go travelling in awhite silk dress, would it, you dear little poppet?

  So Maggie took Miss Isabella (for they called her either that or Mrs.Morris by turns, indifferently), away from table, and dressed her in hergray travelling dress, which was trimmed with black velvet and smallsteel buttons. Then she put on her second best bonnet, with a blue veil,and her India-rubbers, in case it should be damp, and locked up thewedding dress in her trunk, which was about as large as a candle box,had a real little lock and key, and her initials painted on the side.When she was all ready, down she came again, to take leave of herrelations and friends, who had eaten up all the wooden refreshments bythis time (though, strange to say, the dishes seemed as full as ever),while Minnie, Maggie, and Lina eat up the sugar plums; and poor MissMorris sucked her thumbs, I suppose, for not a speck of anything elsedid she get.

  There was a great time bidding good-by, and so many hard noses werebumped against the bride's cheek this time, that they made a dent, whichlooked quite like a dimple, and improved her appearance very muchindeed. As to Mr. Morris, nobody took the slightest notice of him, as isusually the case with the bridegroom, but he didn't seem to mind it inthe 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; youwouldn't want them made in _yours_, would you? you dear little PinkeyWinkey! Bless your heart! there's dimples enough in that cunning facealready.

  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 drawnby two dashing tin horses, with tails like comets, and manes likewaterfalls, and such a great number of bright red spots painted allover them, that they looked as if they had broken out with a kind ofscarlet measles.

  The bride and bridegroom were put in their places, the big trunk washoisted up in front, and away they went! and travelled all the way downthe entry to the head of the stairs, and through sister Alice's room tothe fireplace! My! what a long journey! 'most a hundred miles, I shouldthink! 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 childrenthought the most _interestingest_ play that ever was. If you want toknow what became of her after that, I advise you to go right to Lina'shouse and ask how Mr. and Mrs. Morris come on with their housekeeping!That's all there is of this story--BOO!!