How uncomfortable a man _can_ feel in the society of a dearly beloved
sister and an incomparable brother-in-law I never imagined until that
short drive. Helen was somewhat concerned about the children, but she
found time to look at me with so much of sympathy, humor, affection,
and condescension that I really felt relieved when we reached the
house. I hastily retired to my own room, but before I had shut the door
Helen was with me, and her arms were about my neck; before the dear old
girl removed them we had grown far nearer to each other than we had
ever been before.
And how gloriously the rest of the day passed off. We had a delightful
little lunch, and Tom brought up a bottle of Roederer, and Helen
didn’t remonstrate when he insisted on its being drank from her finest
glasses, and there were toasts drank to “Her” and “Her Mother,” and
to the Benedict that was to be. And then Helen proposed “The makers
of the match—Budge and Toddie!” which was honored with bumpers. The
gentlemen toasted did not respond, but they stared so curiously that I
sprang from my chair and kissed them soundly, upon which Tom and Helen
exchanged significant glances.
Then Helen walked down to Mrs. Clarkson’s boarding-house, all for
the purpose of showing a lady there, with a skirt to make over, just
how she had seen a similar garment rearranged exquisitely. And Alice
strolled down to the gate with her to say good-by; and they had so much
to talk about that Helen walked Alice nearly to our house, and then
insisted on her coming the rest of the way, so she might be driven
home. And then Mike was sent back with a note to say to Mrs. Mayton
that her daughter had been prevailed upon to stay to evening dinner,
but would be sent home under capable escort. And after dinner was
over and the children put to bed, Tom groaned that he _must_ attend a
road-board meeting, and Helen begged us to excuse her just a minute
while she ran in to the doctor’s to ask how poor Mrs. Brown had been
doing, and she consumed three hours and twenty-five minutes in asking,
bless her sympathetic soul!
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