one's else about then, for I found myself sitting up in bed foolishly
saying,--

"Two old herders, unshaved and hairy,
Whose old tongues are _never_ weary,
Just outside my chamber-door
Prate of sheep dips for _ever_ more."

Next morning it was Bishey's cheerful voice that started my day. I had
hoped to be up in time to see them off, but I wasn't. I heard him call
out to Mrs. Bishey, "Miss Em'ly, I've got the boxes all loaded. We can
start _home_ in ten minutes." I heard her clear voice reply, "You've
done well, Bishey. I'll be ready by then." I was hurriedly dressing,
hoping yet to see her, when I heard Bishey call out to bluff old
Colonel Winters, who had arrived in the night and had not known of the
wedding, "Hello! Winters, have you met Miss Em'ly? Come over here and
meet her. I'm a married man now. I married Miss Em'ly last night." The
colonel couldn't have known how apt was his reply when he said, "I'm
glad for you, Bishey. You've done well." I peeked between the curtains,
and saw Bishey's wagon piled high with boxes, with Miss Em'ly,
self-possessed and happy, greeting the colonel. Soon I heard the rattle
of wheels, and the dear old happy pair were on their way to the cabin
home they had waited twenty-five years for. Bless the kind old hearts
of them! I'm sure they've both "done well."

XXV

AMONG THE MORMONS

_November, 1913._

MY DEAR FRIEND,--

I have wanted to write you for a long time, but have been so busy. I
have had some visitors and have been on a visit; I think you would like
to hear about it all, so I will tell you.

I don't think you would have admired my appearance the morning this
adventure began: I was in the midst of fall house-cleaning which
included some papering. I am no expert at the very best, and papering a
wall has difficulties peculiar to itself. I was up on a barrel trying
to get a long, sloppy strip of paper to stick to the ceiling instead of
to me, when in my visitors trooped, and so surprised me that I stepped
off the barrel and into a candy-bucket of paste. At the same time the
paper came off the ceiling and fell over mine and Mrs. Louderer's
head. It was right aggravating, I can tell you, but my visitors were
Mrs. O'Shaughnessy and Mrs. Louderer, and no one could stay discouraged
with that pair around.

After we had scraped as much paste as we could off ourselves they
explained that they had come to take me somewhere. That sounded good to
me,