In the course of a week almost every person in the town had called to see Anna, from various reasons, no doubt; some from real neighborly kindness, others solely out of regard for the young doctor, and not a few from curiosity; yet as they carried not these motives in their hands, Anna, of course, could not determine by their pressure, whose welcome was the most hearty and sincere, and therefore extended to all the same courteous reception. Also, in the same short space of time, her work-basket was filled with all sorts of odd recipes for all sorts of odd things—candles, cake, bread, bruises, beer, puddings, pickles, pies, and plasters, soap and sausages, as gratuitous aids to the young, ignorant housekeeper, by her well-meaning neighbors. The opinion, by the by, which Anna’s new acquaintances formed of her, may, perhaps, be best gathered from a colloquy which took place one afternoon at Mrs. Peerabout’s, over a social cup of tea. “Well,” exclaimed that lady, who from her bitterness was generally considered as the _aloes_ of the neighborhood, “well, I, for one, have been to see the bride, as you call her, and of all the affectedest rigged up creatures I ever see, she beats all.” “She certainly has one of the sweetest faces I ever saw,” said another. “Don’t you think, Mrs. Peerabout, she is very pretty?” “No, indeed, I don’t! ‘handsome is that handsome does,’ I say. Pretty! why I’d rather look at our Jemima’s doll, that her Aunt Nancy sent her from Boston. Gloves on!—my gracious! At home in the afternoon, a sitting down with _gloves_ on, looking at pictures! A useful wife she’ll make Rupert Forbes, to be sure!” “And they say, too,” said Miss Krout, “she can’t even cook a beefsteak, and almost cried because she had not a silver fork to eat her dinner with.” “Yes,” added Mrs. Peerabout, “so she did, and could not even put on a table-cloth without help, Kitty says!” “Well, but, Aunt,” interposed a pretty girl, “Kitty also said that she was so pleasant, and spoke so pretty to her, that she really loved to help her.” “And what beautiful eyes she has!” exclaimed another. “Well, I have not said any thing against her eyes, but just look at her rigging, Susan,” put in Mrs. Peerabout, draining her fourth cup. “You must remember, Mrs. Peerabout,” said Mrs. Fay, the lawyer’s wife, “that Mrs. Forbes has never lived in the country, and has probably always been accustomed at home to dress just as much, if not more. You must excuse me if I say I really think you judge her too hard. For my own part, I confess myself favorably impressed by what I have seen of her. Recollect, she is entirely ignorant of our ways.” “Then she had better have stayed in the city,” interrupted Miss Krout, spitefully; “for my part, Mrs. Fay, I don’t like such mincing fol de lol ways as she has got!” “But she will learn,” said Mrs. Fay mildly, “she will conform to our customs I do not doubt.”