The last day of the first month in the year . That 's my wedding-day , '' said Tackleton . Did I mention that he had always one eye wide open , and one eye nearly shut ; and that the one eye nearly shut was always the expressive eye ? I do n't think I did . `` That 's my wedding-day ! '' said Tackleton , rattling his money . `` Why , it 's our wedding-day too , '' exclaimed the Carrier . `` Ha , ha ! '' laughed Tackleton . `` Odd ! You 're just such another couple . Just ! '' The indignation of Dot at this presumptuous assertion is not to be described . What next ? His imagination would compass the possibility of just such another Baby , perhaps . The man was mad . `` I say ! A word with you , '' murmured Tackleton , nudging the Carrier with his elbow , and taking him a little apart . `` You 'll come to the wedding ? We 're in the same boat , you know . ''
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