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Mary's dress was white satin, with a great deal of point lace
and pearl passementerie, and she wore a pair of diamond
ear-rings which her father gave her, and a bouquet almost but
not quite as large, which was the gift of the bridegroom. He has
a nice face, and I think Silvery Mary will be happy with him,
much happier than with her rather dismal family, though his
salary is only fifteen hundred a year, and pearl passementerie,
I believe, quite unknown and useless in the Hoosac region. She
had loads of the most beautiful presents you ever saw. All the
Silvers are rolling in riches, you know. One little thing made
me laugh, for it was so like her. When the clergyman said,
"Mary, wilt thou take this man to be thy wedded husband?" I
distinctly saw her put her fingers over her mouth in the old,
frightened way. It was only for a second, and after that I
rather think Mr. Strothers held her hand tight for fear she
might do it again. She sent her love to you, Katy. What sort of
a gown are _you_ going to have, by the way?
I have kept my best news to the last, which is that Deniston has
at last given way, and we are to move into town in October. We
have taken a little house in West Cedar Street. It is quite
small and very dingy and I presume inconvenient, but I already
love it to distraction, and feel as if I should sit up all night
for the first month to enjoy the sensation of being no longer
that horrid thing, a resident of the suburbs. I hunt the paper
shops and collect samples of odd and occult pattern, and compare
them with carpets, and am altogether in my element, only longing
for the time to come when I may put together my pots and pans
and betake me across the mill-dam. Meantime, Roslein is living
in a state of quarantine. She is not permitted to speak with any
other children, or even to look out of window at one, for fear
she may contract some sort of contagious disease, and spoil our
beautiful visit to Burnet. She sends you a kiss, and so do I;
and mother and Sylvia and Deniston and grandmamma, particularly,
desire their love.
Your loving
ROSE RED.
"Oh," cried Clover, catching Katy round the waist, and waltzing wildly
about the room, "what a delicious letter! What fun we are going to have!
It seems too good to be true. Tum-ti-ti, tum-ti-ti. Keep step, Katy. I
forgive you for the first time for getting married. I never did before,
really and truly. Tum-ti-ti; I am so happy that I must dance!"
"There go my letters," said Katy, as with the last rapid twirl, Rose's
many-sheeted epistle and the "Advice to Brides" flew to right and left.
"There go two of your hair-pins, Clover. Oh, do stop; we shall all be in
pieces."
Clover brought her gyrations to a close by landing her unwilling partner
suddenly on the sofa. Then with a last squeeze and a rapid kiss she began
to pick up the scattered letters.
"Now read the rest," she commanded, "though anything else will sound flat
after Rose's."
"Hear this first," said Elsie, who had taken advantage of the pause to
open her own letter. "It is from Cecy, and she says she is coming to spend
a month with her mother on purpose to be here for Katy's wedding. She
sends heaps of love to you, Katy, and says she only hopes that Mr.
Worthington will prove as perfectly satisfactory in all respects as her
own dear Sylvester."
"My gracious, I should hope he would," put in Clover, who was still in the
wildest spirits. "What a dear old goose Cecy is! I never hankered in the
least for Sylvester Slack, did you, Katy?"
"Certainly not. It would be a most improper proceeding if I had," replied
Katy, with a laugh. "Whom do you think this letter is from, girls? Do
listen to it. It's written by that nice old Mr. Allen Beach, whom we met
in London. Don't you recollect my telling you about him?"
MY DEAR MISS CARR,--Our friends in Harley Street have told me a
piece of news concerning you which came to them lately in a
letter from Mrs. Ashe, and I hope you will permit me to offer
you my most sincere congratulations and good wishes. I recollect
meeting Lieutenant Worthington when he was here two years ago,
and liking him very much. One is always glad in a foreign land
to be able to show so good a specimen of one's young countrymen
as he affords,--not that England need be counted as a foreign
country by any American, and least of all by myself, who have
found it a true home for so many years.
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