"Certainly not," said Rosabel, with a sweet smile. "I have always been her obedient daughter."
On the day appointed for the wedding, a carriage, containing Ida and Rosabel, Toney and Tom, was driven away from the widow's door to the church. In about an hour the Widow Wild heard the sound of wheels on the avenue, and rushed to the porch. As Tom handed Ida out, the widow caught the beautiful bride in her arms, and kissed her with tender affection. She congratulated the newly-married couple, and then said to Tom,—
"But where is your friend?"
"Here he is," said Tom, pointing to Toney, who was getting from the carriage.
"What! Toney?"
Tom nodded.
"Is Toney your friend?"
"He is, and ever has been, the best and noblest of friends," said Tom.
"But is Toney married?" cried the widow, turning pale.
"He is," said Tom.