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.