PASSAGE REGATTA.
"'Tis good to wear a bit of colour again," said Mrs Bosenna on Regatta morning, as she stood before her glass pinning to her bodice a huge bow of red, white, and blue ribbons. "Black never did become me."
"It becomes ye well enough, mistress, and ye know it," contradicted Dinah.
"'Tis monotonous, anyway. I can't see why we poor widow-women should be condemned to wear it for life."
"You bain't," Dinah contradicted again, and added slily, "d'ye wish me to fetch witnesses?"
Her mistress, tittivating the ribbons, ignored the question. "I do think we might be allowed to wear colours now and again--say on Sundays. As it is, I dare say many will be pickin' holes in my character, even for this little outbreak."
"There's a notion, now! Why, 'tis Queen Victory's Year--and a pr
