THE WEDDING.
"I've got the greatest piece of news for you, you ever heard!" cried Marion, bursting into the room where Florence, Rachel, Mattie, and Sarah were sitting one morning in the early part of June. "Guess who's engaged?"
"Engaged!" echoed Sarah; "I'm sure I don't know."
"Yourself," said Mattie.
"Oh, pshaw! don't be ridiculous!" said Marion. "Come now, girls, guess somebody rational."
"Well, aren't you rational, I should like to know?" asked Rachel.
"I shouldn't be if I were engaged," retorted Marion; "but guess now; every one but Florence, for I think she would guess right."
"Oh, tell us, Flo, do," urged Sarah; "Marion will keep it all night."
"No, I won't," cried Marion; "it's Miss Christine."
"Miss Christine!" shouted every girl, jumping to her feet in astonishment,—"to whom?"