Mrs. Anglesea was the jolliest person in the house, sympathetically interested in everybody's feelings and occupations. Occasionally, when there was a solemn pause in the conversation around the fire or around the board, the happy creature would take the whole company to task for their gloom. "Call this a parting, do you? Why, the young fellow hasn't gone out of reach of civilization--newspapers and mail bags and telegraph wires. Wait until he goes on a wild-goose chase after the North Pole, where you can't hear from him for months or years, even if you ever hear from him again, for his chances are to leave his bones on the icebergs, if they are not crunched up by the white bears. My father and my brother were whalers, and used to be gone for years, when we--mother and I--did not hear from them, and had to trust in Providence. And that was bad enough. But when they both went off on an Arctic cruise--craze, I called it--'long of Capt. Kane, I tell you that was a time of trial. But this young Le! Phew! Why, he's only just over there." The near approach of Natalie Meeke's wedding, however, was the best diversion of all. The whole family, from Mr. Force down to little Elva, were deeply interested in it. They all made her useful presents. Mr. Force gave her a set of silver spoons and forks; Mrs. Force, a china tea set; Odalite, her own wedding dress, with all its accessories of wreath, veil and fan, etcetera; Wynnette, a handsomely bound Bible; and Elva, a prayer book and hymn book. Mrs. Anglesea bestowed a heavy, gold cardcase. "There! Take this, honey," she said, in presenting it. "I ain't got no use for it. I bought it when my dear old man made his first haul, and we went up to 'Frisco to sell the dust and have a lark. It took my fancy, for I thought it was a snuffbox. Now, all the wimmin out at Wild Cats' either smoked pipes or took snuff. As for me, I did neither. Couldn't get into the way of it, you see. But when I saw this splendid snuffbox--as I thought it was--I just said to myself I'd buy it, and carry it in my pocket, to have it always about me to remind me as I was getting to be a rich 'oman, and to take it out and make a show of it by offering of any one who might drop in a pinch of snuff, even if I never sniffed a sniff myself. I thought it would take them all down. But, Lord! didn't one of 'em take me down, neither, when she up and told me as this was a wisitin' cardcase, and wouldn't do to hold snuff noways? Well, honey, it never was no use to me, for what call had I for a wisitin' cardcase at Wild Cats'? No, we didn't send up our cards when we called on our neighbors there. We didn't often put on our bonnets to go a-wisitin'. We just hev a' old shawl over our heads and run in and out 'mong neighbors. We did." Natalie warmly thanked the donor, as soon as she could get a chance to speak. Dr. Ingle and Miss Meeke were married on the twentieth of January. The sky had cleared, the ground had dried, the roads were good.