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" Henry, dear," said Mrs. Newbride to her husband the other morning, " I wish, if it wont be too much trouble, dear, that you'd bring me home a yard of orange ribbon this evening. " I don't want it so very wide, or so very narrow ; something between an inch and an inch and a half, or, at most, an inch and three-quarters, will be about right. " Be sure and get a pretty shade of orange, dear; and I'd prefer it with one side satin and the other gros-grain, although all satin or all gros-grain will do ; but I think you can easily get the other if you look about a little ; and be sure, dear, not to get picquet-edged ribbon, but one with just a plain corded edge ; and don't get a remnant ; and don't get any shade but orange; not a real vivid orange, either, but a piece that will look well with pale green ; and don't pay too much for it ; and don't get red, or blue or green or pink by mistake. You won't forget, will you, dear ? I must have the ribbon tonight." Was it any wonder that when the dazed Henry came home he brought three yards of sky-blue watered ribbon, or that, when his wife saw it, she sank into a chair and gasped out — " Why— Henry— Newbride !"