"Thank you for the wish, sir," interposed the bride, "but we determined last evening to go to Niagara, as we have both been to Boston already." 'We shall hear of you at New Orleans, yet,' thought Harry. Refreshments were brought in, and everybody, of course, received their usual share of the wedding-cake. "You see I have set you an excellent example," said the bride to Mrs. Creighton and Elinor. "We must hope that these ladies will soon follow it," said Mr. Ellsworth, with a glance at Elinor. "Shall we thank him, Miss Wyllys?" said Mrs. Creighton. "It was kindly meant, I dare say." Mr. Wyllys, who was standing near them, smiled. "It was only yesterday, Elinor," added the new Mrs. Hubbard, "that Black Bess, who made the cake you are eating, told me when she brought it home, that she hoped soon to make your own wedding-cake." "She has had the promise of it ever since I was five years old," said Elinor, "Is it possible that Black Bess is still living and baking?" said Harry. "I can remember her gingerbread, as long as I can recollect anything. I once overheard some Longbridge ladies declare, that they could tell Black Bess's cake as far as they could see it; which struck me as something very wonderful." "She seems to be a person of great importance," said Mrs. Creighton; "I shall hope soon to make her acquaintance. My dear Miss Elinor, I wish you would bear in mind that your wedding-cake has been ordered these dozen years. I am afraid you forget how many of us are interested in it, as well as Black Bess." "Our notable housekeepers you know, tell us that wedding-cake will bear keeping half-a-century," said Elinor, smiling. "That is after the ceremony I am sure, not before," said Mrs. Creighton. Elinor seemed at last annoyed by these persevering allusions, and several persons left the group. Hazlehurst took a seat by Miss Patsey; he was anxious to show her that her brother-in-law's behaviour, had in no manner changed his regard for herself and her family. "Where is Charlie," he asked. "He has gone off to Lake Champlain now. I hope you and Charlie will both soon get tired of travelling about, Mr. Hazlehurst; you ought to stay at home with your friends." "But I don't seem to have any home; Charlie and I are both by nature, home-bred, home-staying youths, but we seem fated to wander about. How is he coming on with his pictures?--has he nearly done his work on the lakes?" "Yes, I believe so; he has promised to come to Longbridge next month, for the rest of the summer. He has been distressed, quite as much as the rest of us, Mr. Hazlehurst, by these difficulties--" "Do not speak of them, Miss Patsey; it is a bad business; but one which will never interfere between me and my old friends, I trust." Miss Patsey looked her thanks, her mortification, and her sympathy, but said nothing more.