After tea Rose carried her off, ostensibly to go to bed, but Clover heard a great deal of confabulating and giggling in the hall and on the stairs, and soon after, Rose returned, the door-bell rang loudly, and there entered an astonishing vision,--little Rose, costumed as a Cupid or a carrier-pigeon, no one knew exactly which, with a pair of large white wings fastened on her shoulders, and dragging behind her by a loop of ribbon a sizeable basket quite full of parcels.
Straight toward Katy she went, and with her small hands behind her back and her blue eyes fixed full on Katy's face, repeated with the utmost solemnity the following "poem:" "I'm a messender, you see, Fwom Hymen's Expwess Tumpany.
All these little bundles are For my Aunty Taty Tarr; If she knows wot's dood for her She will tiss the messender." [Illustration: "I'm a messender, you see, Fwom Hymen's Expwess Tumpany."] "You sweet thing!" cried Katy, "tissing the messender" with all her heart.
"I never heard such a dear little poem.

Did you write it yourself, Roslein ?" "No.

Mamma wote it, but she teached it to me so I tould say it." The bundles of course contained wedding gifts.

Rose seemed to have brought her trunk full of them.

There were a pretty pair of salt-cellars from Mrs.
Redding, a charming paper-knife of silver, with an antique coin set in the handle, from Sylvia, a hand-mirror mounted in brass from Esther Dearborn, a long towel with fringed and embroidered ends from Ellen Gray, and from dear old Mrs.Redding a beautiful lace-pin set with a moonstone.