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 cab drooped did the complacency of the driver increase. He whistled with a very insolence of joy when given the tenth address, and, at the eleventh, broke into song. Once the bridegroom grimly remarked that the Pound or Home for Lost Dogs seemed to be the only remaining institution to be visited, and that, on promise of good behaviour, they might be accommodated there to keep Cairlo company. At length, upon Patty’s suggestion, they were driven to the sober precincts of the Y.W.C.T.U., where they fondly hoped to hear of some respectable Christian family which would gather weary wanderers to its bosom. The now white and anxious bride told the secretary how she, her husband, one little boy, —very well behaved, —and a small dog were looking for quiet temporary lodgings. The secretary was grave over the dog. Of course most landladies objected to children Rh