On leaving prison, Roger was taken, along with his wife, into the service of the Cellars, and gave promise of being a faithful and energetic workman. The spring arrived in course, and with the warm May air and flowers came the day of Kitty’s marriage. There had been grave discussions among the instrumentalists of the village orchestra previous to the event, as to how it was to be honoured by their performance. In compliment to the ex-schoolmaster, who took a lively interest in the marriage, it was unanimously decided that Puddicombe in F should be performed, if not in its entirety, at all events in part. The “fugg,” it was thought, might be omitted, as only a critical and scientific musician could appreciate its merits and disentangle the chaos of sounds. But there was the _largo molto con affettuoso caprizio_ at their disposal. As _largo molto_ meant, Turn the score upside down, then if the score were not inverted, it would flow in the melody of “Kitty Alone and I.” Mr. Puddicombe was approached with the demand whether it were permissible to execute this movement without the _largo molto_, _i.e._ the inversion of the score. Puddicombe at once assented. That, as he pointed out, was the magnificent brilliancy of the composition, that it could be turned about anyhow, and played right off, and the effect was superb any way. Let them disregard _largo molto_ and simply play _con affettuoso caprizio_’which meant, go ahead with the score upright’and there you are. Accordingly, after the ceremony, when bride and bridegroom issued from the church, the orchestra, which was in readiness, struck up the movement of Puddicombe in F, _con affettuoso caprizio_; and most certainly as it so stood in the score, and so was performed, the air was none other than “The Frog and the Mouse’Crock-a-mydaisy, Kitty alone.” Forward marched the band, playing hautboy, clarionet, first fiddle, second fiddle, the bass labouring along as best he could, tumbling over his viol, throwing out a grunt and a growl when he was able. The people of Coombe-in-Teignhead were at their doors wishing happiness to the young couple. The children strewed flowers, and every now and then broke out into chorus’ “Crock-a-mydaisy, Kitty alone.” The ploughmen whistled the air and waved their caps. The church bells burst out into clamour and drowned it. The rooks in the elms of the churchyard poured forth volleys of “Caw, caw, caw,” introducing a new element into the musical medley. Through the street went the little procession, headed by children, who danced and sang before the band; then came the musicians, and lastly the married young people. They were on their way to the Cellars, where Zerah was waiting for them, and had brought forth cake and ale in abundance, to feast children, musicians, well-wishers’everyone who would drink the health of bride and bridegroom.