ight. It would fit beautifully around Rebekah's
shoulders, and the smart tan shoes Nature had bestowed upon her would
look perfectly elegant with a blue silk dress. They tore down the
little lace curtain from the kitchen window for a bridal veil; and the
next thing to be done was to catch Rebekah and dress her.

Now, the Sawyer cat, and the dog, yes, and even the pig, had at various
times been arrayed in human apparel, but never yet had Rebekah been
forced into the habiliments of civilization. She showed, from the
first, a decided distaste for them. The twins struggled and panted,
while the unwilling bride dodged and squawked and disarranged her
toilet again and again, and the alarmed bridegroom flew hither and
thither, with widespread pinions, uttering loud protests.

But in spite of her struggles, Rebekah was at last made ready, and then
arose the question of Isaac's dress. The black-haired twin, being the
more venturesome of the two, suggested dressing him up in Joey's Sunday
suit; but he was even harder to manage than the bride, and as he was
just now showing an inclination to be violent, the breathless modistes
decided, after the fashion of the day, not to bother about the
bridegroom's clothes. So the fair-haired twin held Rebekah in a tight
grip while her sister hitched Joshua to Joey's little cart, and placed
him ready at the steps, to be used after the ceremony. Next, the
black-haired twin took her turn at holding the protesting bride, while
the other proceeded to dress up the veranda as a church; for this was
to be no common home wedding like Arabella's. The parlor chairs were
the pews, the sewing-machine was the organ, and Hannah's best
red-and-white bedspread made a beautiful carpet for the aisle. The
only thing needed now was a pulpit, and soon Lenora appeared in triumph
from the kitchen, dragging an old wash-stand. It had a round opening
in the top, in which the wash-basin fitted, and when she climbed up and
let herself down into this aperture she looked as like Mr. Scott in his
pulpit, her admiring sister declared, as two peas.

When everything was in readiness, and the fair-haired twin was setting
out to capture the bridegroom, there arose an unfortunate dispute.

"I bar be the minister," said the black-haired twin.

"No, you don't! It's goin' to be me! I thought of the pulpit!"

"I don't care! I barred it first. You can play the organ."

"I won't! An' I can't, anyhow; somebody's got