the bloomin'
long-nosed old goats! I just took hold of their things an' flung 'em
in the 'bus, and the old fat one she says, 'Are you Mrs Clay's groom?'
an' I says, 'Mrs Clay is my grandma,' an' she says, 'Oh'!"

"Well, you might have introduced yourself a bit better to make things
more agreeabler, but they really are the untakin'est people I've seen
for a long time. Ain't I delighted that Dawn took after my side! An'
now, though she's me own, do you think I'm over conceited to think her
fit for the king's son?"

"Certainly not," I replied; for it would have taken a very estimable
son of a king to be meet for this Princess of the Break-of-Day,
appropriately christened Dawn!

THIRTY.

FOR FURTHER PARTICULARS CONSULT 'THE NOONOON ADVERTISER' OF THAT DATE.

That was a grand wedding celebrated in Noonoon ere the orange blossoms
had turned into oranges, but for details it would be better to refer
to that most reliable little journal, 'The Noonoon Advertiser.' Only a
few particulars remain in my mind, but the paper published a full
account, including a minute description of the bride's gown and a
careful list of the presents. It was much to the horror of Ernest that
the latter was inserted, but it would have been much more horrible to
Grandma Clay had the mention of so much as a jam-spoon been omitted,
so he consoled himself with the reflection that it was only in 'The
Noonoon Advertiser,' and took care to keep the list out of the account
which appeared in the Sydney dailies. The curious, by consulting a
back number of the little country sheet, may learn that Mrs L. Witcom
(_nee_ Carry, the ex-lady help) gave the bride one of many pairs of
shadow-work pillow shams, and that Miss Grosvenor contributed one of
the equally numerous drawn-thread table centres. Mrs Bray presented a
ribbon-work cushion; Dr Smalley, some of the jam-spoons; Andrew, a
bread-fork; and Mr J. Sorrel, great-uncle of the bride, a silver
cream-jug; while Mr Claude (alias "Dora") Eweword kept himself in mind
by an afternoon tea-set. The complete list took a column, and included
dozens of magnificent articles from sporting associations and chums of
the bridegroom.

The bride--a glorious vision in Duchesse satin and accessories in
keeping, and with real orange blossoms in hair, corsage, and train;
the proud shyness of the gentle and stalwart groom standing beside
her, and the brave old grandmother drawn up a little in the rear,
formed a picture