sometimes, and carried him along on her arm.

"_Link, link, bobolink_! sang the crazy loon when Toby and his bride
entered the house.

"'Now let's have a light,' cried Toby's wife, and her voice was
sharper than ever. It frightened the crazy loon so that he left the
link off the end of his song, and merely said bobo--

"'Yes,' answered Toby, bustling about cheerfully after the matches,
'and then you will make the soup.'

[Illustration: TOBY RAN TILL HE WAS OUT OF BREATH.]

"'I will make the soup,' laughed his wife.

"Toby felt frightened, he hardly knew why, but he found the matches,
and lit the lamp. Then he turned to look at his new wife, and saw--the
Ogress! He had married the Ogress! Horrors!

"Toby sank down on his knees and shook with fear, his little kinky
curls bristling up all over his head.

"'Pshaw!' said the Ogress contemptuously. 'You needn't shake! Do
you suppose I would eat such a little tough, bony fellow as you for
supper? No! When do your grandchildren come home from school?'

"'Oh,' groaned Toby, 'take me, dear Mrs. Ogress, and spare my
grandchildren!'