"The little lady will be impatient.

I'll go and get her and God help us to make her remember the day." He was gone a moment, only, when he came back with Ruth in lovely white dress and slippers and gay with ribbons, and the silver beads of Mary on her neck.

We clapped our hands and cheered and, in the excitement of the moment, John tipped over his drinking glass and shattered it on the floor.
"Never mind, my brave lad--no glass ever perished in a better cause.

God bless you!" What a merry time we had in spite of recurring thoughts of Uncle Peabody and the black horse toiling over the dark hills and flats in the rain toward the lonely farm and the lonelier, beloved woman who awaited him! There were many shadows in the way of happiness those days but, after all, youth has a way of speeding through them--hasn't it?
We ate and jested and talked, and the sound of our laughter drowned the cry of the wind in the chimney and the drumming of the rain upon the windows.
In the midst of it all Mr.Hacket arose and tapped his cup with his spoon.
"Oh you merry, God-blessed people," he said.

"Michael Henry has bade me speak for him." The schoolmaster took out of his pocketbook a folded sheet of paper.