There was 'feasting and merrymaking for seventy days and seventy nights.' This one is going by so fast that it will soon be train-time.

I don't suppose _they_ care," she added, with a nod toward the bride, "for they're going to spend their honeymoon in a Gold of Ophir rose-garden, where there are goldfish in the fountains, and real orange-blossoms.

It's out in California, at Mister Stuart's grandfather's.

Elsie, his sister, couldn't come, so they're going out to see her, and take her a piece of every kind of cake we have to-night, and a sample of every kind of bonbon.

Don't you wonder who'll get the charms in the bride's cake?
That's the only reason I am glad the clock is going so fast.