TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
fear that their protégé might accomplish one of his temporary disappearances before he could reach him.
However, all went well, and that evening saw the bride and groom travelling towards Quebec in a suppressed state of excitement and accompanied by Bateese, who audibly enjoyed an orange. Their tickets were for the “cream puff junction” (as they called it), and Cairlo was safely billed for that point with other baggage. The plan was to leave the train there, hire a conveyance, and drive in the direction of Quebec until they found an orphanage and a red barn. It was rather a wild scheme, but as Pat said, no crazier than all the rest of it. They hardly hoped to carry out their programme without the interference of some untoward event, and it was quite a surprise to find that, on arriving at the junction, Bateese and Cairlo were
