I ordered a bungalow all on one floor--that's what I ordered--with a boudoir and two bedrooms, and an extra one for my honored father-in-law, and still another for my thrice-honored uncle, Mr.Peter Grayson, when he shall come to stay o' nights; and porches front and back where my lady's hammock may be slung: and a fireplace big enough to roll logs into as thick around as your body and wide enough to warm every one all over; and a stable for my lady's mare, with a stall for my saddle-horse.

Out upon you, you Dago!" Presto, what a change! Away went the completed roof of the modest cabin and down tumbled the sides.

More post-holes were dug; more trenches excavated; more great oaks toppled over to be sliced into rafters, joists and uprights; more shingles--two carloads; more brick; more plaster; more everything, including nails, locks, hinges, sash; bath-tubs--two; lead pipe, basins, kitchen range--and so the new bungalow was begun.
Neither was there any time to be lost over the invitations.

Miss Felicia, we may be sure, prepared the list.

It never bothered her head whether the trip to Geneseo--and that, too, in the fall of the year, when early snows were to be expected--might prevent any of the invited guests from witnessing the glad ceremony.