We are to have a bride on our hands, or a bride-elect, for she isn't married yet. The happy man to be
is rustling for a home out here in the wilds of Idaho while she is waiting in the old country for
success to crown his efforts. How much success in her case is demanded one does not know. She is a
little English girl, upper middle class, which Mrs. Percifer assures us is the class to belong to in
England at the present day,--from which we infer
that it's her class; and the interesting reunion is to take place at our house-- the young woman never
having seen us in her life before.