Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Dinsmore, Elsie (Fictitious character) -- Juvenile fiction; Domestic fiction; Religious fiction
"I am, indeed, very happy, Lottie," Elsie replied in the same low tone; "I
know Mr. Travilla so thoroughly, and have not more perfect confidence in
papa's goodness and love to me, than in his. It is a very restful thing to
have such a friend."
Dr. King's circumstances had greatly improved in the last four years, so
that he was quite able to give Lottie the pleasure of accepting Elsie's
invitation, and at once gave his cordial consent. Mrs. King at first
objected that the two weeks of our friends' intended stay in Lansdale
would not give sufficient time for the necessary additions to Lottie's
wardrobe; but this difficulty was overcome by a suggestion from Elsie. She
would spend two or three weeks in Philadelphia, attending to the
purchasing and making up of her trousseau, she said, and Lottie's dresses
could be bought and made at the same time and place.
The two weeks allotted to Lansdale of course passed very rapidly;
especially to Harry, to whom the society of these new-found relatives was
a great pleasure, and who on their departure would be left behind, with
only Phillis for his housekeeper.
The latter received so many charges from Aunt Wealthy in regard to careful
attention to "Mr. Harry's" health and comfort, that at length she grew
indignant, and protested that she loved "Mr. Harry as if he was her own
child--didn't she nuss him when he was a little feller? and there was no
'casion for missus to worry an' fret as if she was leavin' him to a
stranger."
It was not for want of a cordial invitation to both the Oaks and Ion that
Harry was left behind; but business required his presence at home, and he
could only promise himself a week's holiday at the time of the wedding.
CHAPTER TWELFTH
"Bring flowers, fresh flowers for the bride to wear;
They were born to blush in her shining hair;
She's leaving the home of her childhood's mirth;
She hath bid farewell to her father's hearth;
Her place is now by another's side;
Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young bride."
--MRS. HEMANS.
A fair October day is waning, and as the shadows deepen and the stars
shine out here and there in the darkening sky, the grounds at the Oaks
glitter with colored lamps, swinging from the branches of the trees that
shade the long green alleys, and dependent from arches wreathed with
flowers. In doors and out everything wears a festive look; almost the
whole house is thrown open to the guests who will presently come thronging
to it from nearly every plantation for miles around.
The grand wedding has been talked of, prepared for, and looked forward to
for months past, and few, if any, favored with an invitation, will
willingly stay away.
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