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but it came to pass in this wise that the young people 

 cleverly frustrated their designs. 



Miss Robinson's young ladies, as is well known in 

 the neighbourhood, walked every Sunday morning 

 to St. Peter's, which Ritualistic Church is situated 

 some three-parts of a mile from the Seminary ; and, 

 on the day we are alluding to, pretty Kitty Ponsonby 

 marched off amongst them, having previously wdth 

 trembling fingers donned as sweet a little thing in 

 hats as milliner ever sent forth into the world — its 

 faintly pink-tinted feather corresponding admirably 

 with the blushing, rosy cheeks beneath it. But 

 scarcely had the usually decorous procession filed 

 off from the establishment as was its wont, ere a 

 somewhat shabby and decidedly innocent-looking 

 Bath-chair w^as piloted by its perspiring proprietor, 

 John Smith, alongside that very couple of young 

 ladies of which our bewitching heroine formed one. 

 Moreover, thanks to the diligence of its energetic 

 custodian, it was enabled to retain that desirable 

 position against the curb (which had been liberally 

 bargained for), throughout this eventful march to 

 Church, without raising in the guileless Robinsonian 

 breast the most microscopic particle of suspicion. 



It is not for me to record here the pledges which 

 were exchanged under these favourable, if unusual, 

 circumstances ; but I think that Miss Ponsonby's 



