Boston (Mass.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction
The important question being thus finally decided, not only Miss Tripp
but the Norths' whole circle of acquaintances in Innisfield, as well as
the female relations, near and far, were found ready and anxious to
engage heart and soul in Elizabeth's preparations for her wedding, which
had now begun in what might be well termed solemn earnest.
"Are we going to--keep house?" Elizabeth asked her lover in the first
inrush of this new tide of experience which was soon to bear her far
from the old life.
"To keep house, dear, with you would be pretty close to my idea of
heaven," the young man had declared with all the fervour of the
inexperienced bachelor. "I've boarded for nearly six years now with
barely a taste of home between whiles, and I'm tired of it. Don't you
want to keep house, dear?"
And Elizabeth answered quite sweetly and truly that she did. "I can
cook," she said, proud of her old-fashioned accomplishment in the light
of her new happiness. "We will have just a little house to begin with,
and then I can do everything."
But a suitable house of any size in Boston was found to be quite out of
the question. "It will have to be an apartment, my dear," the
experienced Miss Tripp declared; "and I believe I know the very one in a
_really good_ neighbourhood. I'll write at once. You mustn't _think_ of
South Boston, even if it is more convenient for Mr. Brewster. It is so
important to begin right; and you know, my dear, you couldn't expect any
one to come to see you in South Boston."
Mrs. Carroll, who chanced to be present, was observed to compress her
lips firmly. "Lizzie," she said, when the fashionable Miss Tripp had
finally taken her departure, after much voluble advice on the subject of
the going-away gown, coupled with a spirited discussion of the rival
merits of a church wedding and "just a pretty, simple home affair," "if
I were you I shouldn't let that Evelina Kipp decide everything for me.
You'd better make up your mind what you want to do, and what you can
afford to do, and then do it without asking her leave. It seems to me
her notions are extravagant and foolish."
"Why, grandma!" pouted Elizabeth. "I think it is perfectly dear of Miss
Tripp to take such an interest in my wedding. I shouldn't have known
what to do about lots of things, and I'm sure you and mother haven't an
idea." The girl's pretty lips curled and she moved her slim shoulders
gently.
"Your mother and I both managed to get married without Miss Fripp's
advice," retorted grandma tranquilly. "I may not have an 'idea,' as you
call it, but I can't see why you should have ruffled silk petticoats to
all your dresses. One good moreen skirt did me, with a quilted alpaca
for every-day wear and two white ones for best. And as for a dozen sets
of underclothes, that won't wear once they see the washtub, they look
foolish to me. More than all that, your father can't afford it, and you
ought to consider him."
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