it is to be by moonlight and torchlight, and everything odd;
up on that beautiful hill where we were the other day, where
the trees and the tents make such a pretty mingling with red
caps and everything else."

"I hope the ceremony will be performed by comet light, too,"
said Dr. Sandford. "It ought, to be in character."

"You do not feel well to-night, Grant?"

"Tired. So is Daisy. Are you tired of Washington, Daisy?"

"Oh - no!" I said eagerly. "Not at all. I like very much to be
here."

"Then we will go and see the sergeant's wedding," said he.

But we did not; for the next day it was found to be only too
true that Dr. Sandford was unwell. Perhaps he had been working
too hard; at any rate, he was obliged to confess to being ill;
and a day or two more settled the question of the amount of
his indisposition. He had a low fever, and was obliged to give
up to it.

CHAPTER IV.

ON FOOT


Mrs Sandford devoted herself to the doctor. Of course, a