Mollie puckered up her rosy lips into a shrill whistle.
"And this is their wedding-day! I told him how it would be, but of course nobody ever minds what I say.

Poor guardy! what ever would become of him traveling alone with that woman! How thankful he ought to be that he has me to go along and take care of him!" For Mollie had made it an express stipulation, contrary to all precedent, that she was to accompany the happy pair on their bridal tour.

Miss Oleander's ante-nuptial objections had been faint; Mrs.
Walraven, less scrupulous, turned upon her husband at the eleventh hour, just previous to starting, and insisted that she should be left at home.
"It will be ridiculous in the extreme," exclaimed the bride, "having your ward traveling with us! Let her remain at home with your mother." Mr.Walraven looked his bride steadfastly in the eye for a moment, then sat down deliberately.
"Look here, Mrs.Walraven," said Mr.Walraven, perfectly cool, "you have made a little mistake, I fancy.

Permit me to rectify it.

Wearing the breeches is a vulgar expression, I am aware, and only admissible in low circles; still, it so forcibly expresses what I am trying to express, that you will allow me to use it.