exquisitely carved shoulders was supposed to rest the
``heap plenty velly good luckee'' of Dong Ling's
prophecy.

On the first floor Bertram's old rooms and the
drawing-room came in for their share of the
general overhauling. Even Spunkie did not escape,
but had to submit to the ignominy of a
bath. And then dawned fair and clear the first
day of September, bringing at five o'clock the
bride and groom.

Respectfully lined up in the hall to meet them
were Pete and Dong Ling: Pete with his wrinkled
old face alight with joy and excitement; Dong
Ling grinning and kotowing, and chanting in a
high-pitched treble:

``Miss Billee, Miss Billee--plenty much welcome,
Miss Billee!''

``Yes, welcome home, Mrs. _Henshaw!_'' bowed
Bertram, turning at the door, with an elaborate
flourish that did not in the least hide his tender
pride in his new wife.

Billy laughed and colored a pretty pink.

``Thank you--all of you,'' she cried a little
unsteadily. ``And how good, good everything