Just as I was booking the Loaves put into the Carts, up rides Mr. _Arbuthnot_ on a mighty fine Horse. He was, as good Mr. _Matthew Henry_ says of _Prince Adonijah_, a pretty, comely young Gentleman; and he lighted down, and gave his Bridle to _Peter_, and stept up to me, to inquire how fared Mrs. _Gatty_, saying that he hoped to make himself welcome to Lady _Betty_ by carrying good news, therefore had ridden to _Chelsea_ before Breakfast. I replied she had had a disturbed Night, but was then sleeping; on which, having not much more to say, and seeing me busied, he went his ways. Just then, my _Mother_ called over the Stair-Head, in rather an agitated Voice, to inquire whether my _Father_ had yet got his Dish of strong green Tea; and knowing that he had come Home somewhat convivial in the Middle of the Night, and was likely to be troubled with Head-Ache, low Spirits, and Ill-Humours this Morning, I hastily went into the back Parlour. But there was dear _Prudence_ already at her Post, fresh as a Primrose, with the Tea brewed, and the Table spread with a tempting variety of Meats, fresh Eggs, and hot Rolls, not one of which had my poor _Father_ the Appetite to taste, but sat with trembling Hands, endeavouring to pour the Cream into his Tea without spilling it. On my coming in, he looks up and says:-- "Have those Rascals brought the Hamper yet?" "What Hamper, _Father_?" "Why, a Hamper and Packing-Case of _Chelsea_ China I bought at the Auction-Rooms yesterday." "Alas, _Father_, have you been buying more China?" "Yes, I have, Miss _Patty_, more by Token, I bought it as a Compliment to your _Mother_, and outbade my Lord _Fribble_; so what have you to say to that now?" "Dear _Father_, my _Mother_ will feel the compliment; but, had you let it alone, 'twould have been the greater Kindness." "That's a Solecism, _Patty_; but here comes _Peter_ with the Case; and here comes your _Mother_ to see it unpacked." As 'twas no use to cross him about a Thing that was done, I ran to be my dear _Mother's_ "live Walking-Stick;" and when I had settled her in her Easy-Chair, with all her little Comforts about her, she takes Breath, and says to my _Father_, "Good Morning, my Dear." "Good Morning, my Dear," replies he; "this is our Wedding-Day;" and got up, and kissed her. This was so unlike his usual Mood, that _Prudence_ and I were surprised and touched. "I dare say now," pursues he, "that you had forgot it?" "Oh no, Mr. _Honeywood_,--my Dear, I mean," says my _Mother_, wiping her eyes, "I remembered it before I got out of Bed--and the last thing overnight, too. I'd no Notion your Memory would be so good, my dear." "Well," says he, "it seems we each did the other Injustice, this Time--a good Thing if we never do so any more. But I remembered it yesterday, and bought you a little Trifle, in Token of it." "I am sure I am much obliged to you, my Dear," says my _Mother_. "Pray what is it?"