and in making the earth! And some day we will all be
learning to do our part, jist as He wants it, and then that will be a
fine day for the world, oh, a fine day, I tell you!" He started to
move away.

"Where are you going, Uncle Hughie?" asked his niece. "The dew is
falling, remember."

"Och! hoch! it is the troublesome lass you will be!" he cried, looking
at her fondly. "I will jist be away a meenit. The minister and me
would jist be goin' up to the mill for a word with John McIntyre. He's
come home again--eh! eh! yes, he's jist come home. The dew! Hoch!"

"_Oh, there's many a man o' the Ca----_"

He hobbled joyfully away, and the two moved on up the green orchard
aisle.

Early the next morning there was a tremendous rushing to and fro
between the bride's house and her brother's. Everything in the village
took on a holiday aspect. The orphans were up at dawn, and, decked in
their best, flew hither and thither, keeping things stirred up and
lively. The school children had a holiday, because the Duke had to go
to the wedding early, to help Mrs. Winters set the tables. The mill
did not exactly stop running, but nobody settled down to work, for Wes
Long, who left at ten o'clock to run home and put on his Sunday
clothes, came tearing back in his white shirt-sleeves and with his hair
all soapy and wet, with the news that Sandy McQuarry was already at
Winters', dressed in his Sabbath blacks, and fetching and carrying for
the Duke like a trained poodle. Whereupon every man in the mill threw
up his job and went down and walked the logs in the pond, and danced,
and shoved each other into the water, and behaved in a way that, as
Granny Long reported afterward to Sandy, was nothing but defying the
Almighty.

When the time set for the ceremony approached, Miss Arabella, arrayed
in her blue wedding dress and a long white veil, stood in the little
spare bedroom, surveying her trembling image in the mirror, between Red
Riding-Hood and Little Bo-peep. She dared not sit down, for Susan said
she would crush her flounces, and she stood clinging to the bedpost for
support, looking like a little, frightened gray sparrow that had
somehow got into a bluebird's feathers. Her bridesmaid stood by her,
cheerful and encouraging; Bella was giving pulls and jerks to her
aunt's gown and veil, and Susan was hurrying in and out, breathless and
anxious. The guests had already begun to crush their way into the
parlor, and t