carved out of wood. 'It shall never be changed,' he said, 'but coated
over with heavy gold, just as it is.'

Old Orange, radiant with happiness, stood near, and served as a foil
for the bridal white.

It was over; but they were not to start until noon.

Fog put the Preacher almost forcibly into the boat and sailed away
with him, blindfolded and lamenting.

'The wedding feast,' he cried, 'and the punch! You are a fine host,
old gentleman.'

'Everything is here, packed in those baskets. I have even given you
two fine dogs. And there is your fee. I shall take you in sight of the
Beavers, and then put you into the skiff and leave you to row over
alone. The weather is fine, you can reach there to-morrow.'

Remonstrance died away before the bag of money; old Fog had given his
all for his darling's marriage-fee. 'I shall have no further use for
it,' he thought, mechanically.

So the little blanket-man paddled away in his skiff with his share of
the wedding-feast beside him; the two dogs went with him, and became
Mormons.

Old Fog returned in the sail-boat through the channels, and fastened
the sedge-gate open for the out-going craft. Silver, timid and happy,
stood on the balcony as he approached the castle.