CHAPTER X

THE HONEY-MOON.

The weak at Fontingblow past quickly away; and at the end of it, our son and daughter-inlaw - a pare of nice young tuttle-duvs - returned to their nest, at the Hotel Mirabew. I suspeck that the COCK turtle-dove was preshos sick of his barging.

When they arriv'd, the fust thing they found on their table was a large pars