“Scramble in, boys, and curl up here in front.  You are just in time; two of these people you were searching for are going to be married this afternoon.  We are going to the wedding, and you shall be best men,” and the boys settled down, chuckling and whispering, but presently Ian looked up, as light dawned, and cried:  “I spy!  It’s you, Uncle Martin, and Aunt Lavinia is your Mrs., only you couldn’t find her all summer till to-day,” and he hugged his friend around the legs, which were all he could reach, but Richard leaned backward until his head rested on Miss Lavinia’s knees, and he reached up his cooing lips to be kissed.

The rest of the ride to town was uneventful, except that when they reached the outskirts they met Jenks-Smith’s coach loaded with Whirlpool people, but the Lady of the Bluffs saw nothing strange in the combination, and merely shook her parasol at them, calling, “I’m sorry to hear you’re flitting, just when it’s getting lively again, too!”

Fortunately the rector of All Saints’ was at home, likewise the requisite number of his family, for witnesses.  Then it transpired that the couple had never thought of the ring, and while Martin went out to buy one, Miss Lavinia was left sitting on the edge of a very stiff sofa with a boy on either side of her, with the Rectory family drawn up opposite like an opposing force, which did not encourage easy conversation.

However, the agony was soon over, and the bride and groom left, Martin giving his old classmate, to whom the world had been penurious, a hand-shake that, when examined by the breathless family a few moments later, was found to yield at least a new parlour carpet, an easy-chair for the Rector’s bent back, and a new clerical suit to cover his gaunt frame.

“Now comes the pink ice cream,” sang Ian, dancing a-tiptoe as they reached the street; and there being but one good restaurant in town, on the high street, next to the saddler’s shop where the red goat harness was still displayed, the party drove there, and the pink ice cream was eaten, good and full measure thereof, while on their way out the coveted goat harness found itself being taken from the window to be packed away under the seat of the gig.

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It was almost dinner time when father and I returned to-night, and the boys were squeezed together in a chair on the piazza, close to Miss Lavinia, while Martin sat near by on the balustrade.  The boys were in a great state of giggles, and kept clapping their hands to their mouths as if they feared something would escape.  I hurried upstairs, not wishing to make dinner late, as I knew Martin expected to take the nine o’clock train, just as father came in saying that Timothy had returned, and that he found the horses in a wonderful sweat, and feared they were sick, as they hadn’t been out all day.

By this time we were in the hall and walking toward the dining room.  Martin stopped short, as if to say something, and then changed his mind, while a bumping at the pantry door attracted the attention of us all.