Betty sighed and Alfred said: "Poor Wetzel! ever restless, ever roaming." "Hello, there!" exclaimed a gay voice.

The lovers turned to see the smiling face of Isaac, and over his shoulder Myeerah's happy face beaming on them.

"Alfred, you are a lucky dog.

You can thank Myeerah and me for this; because if I had not taken to the river and nearly drowned myself to give you that opportunity you would not wear that happy face to-day.

Blush away, Betts, it becomes you mightily." "Bessie, here they are!" cried Col.