"Harry, my dear fellow, I wish you joy," cried Mr. Grant, as the former grasped his hand. "Lucky dog you are. Where's Kate, eh? Not visible yet, I suppose."
"No, not till the parson comes," interrupted Mr. Kennedy, convulsing his left cheek.--"Hollo, Charley, where are you? Ah! bring the cigars, Charley.--Sit down, gentlemen; make yourselves at home--I say, Mrs. Taddi--Taddi--oh, botheration--popple! that's it--your name, madam, is a puzzler-but-we'll need more chairs, I think. Fetch one or two, like a dear!"
As he spoke the jingle of bells was heard outside, and Mr. Kennedy rushed to the door again.
"Good-evening, Mr. Addison," said he, taking that gentleman warmly by the hand as he resigned the reins to Tom Whyte. "I am delighted to see you, sir (Look after the minister's mare, Tom),
