A FRENCH PUCK
their cart on their return journey, and changed himself into a fly in order to overhear their conversation.
For a long time it was very dull—all about their wedding day next month, and who were to be invited. This led the bride to her wedding dress, and she gave a little scream.
' Just think ! Oh ! how could I be so stupid ! I have forgotten to buy the different coloured reels of cotton to match my clothes ! '
' Dear, dear ! ' exclaimed the young man. ' That is unlucky ; and didn't you tell me that the dressmaker was coming in to-morrow ? "
' Yes, I did,' and then suddenly she gave another little scream, which had quite a different sound from the first. ' Look ! Look ! '
The bridegroom looked, and on one side of the road he saw a large ball of thread of all colours—of all the colours, that is, of the dresses that were tied on to the back of the cart.
' Well, that is a wonderful piece of good fortune,' cried he, as he sprang out to get it. ' One would think a fairy had put it there on purpose.'
' Perhaps she has,' laughed the girl, and as she spoke she seemed to hear an echo of her laughter coming from the horse, but of course that was nonsense.
The dressmaker was delighted with the thread that was given her. It matched the stuffs so perfectly, and never tied itself in knots, or broke perpetually, as most thread did. She finished her work much quicker than she expected, and the bride said she was to be sure to come to the church and see her in her wedding dress.
There was a great crowd assembled to witness the ceremony, for the young people were immense favourites in the neighbourhood, and their parents were very rich. The doors were open, and the bride could be seen from afar, walking under the chestnut avenue.