Lady Betty Across the WaterWilliamson, C. N. (Charles Norris)
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Lady Betty Across the Water
Williamson, C. N. (Charles Norris)
British -- United States -- Fiction; Voyages and travels -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
With the exception of this one hitch, nothing went wrong so far as the
wedding party was concerned, but with me things began to go very wrong
several days before Caro and Mohunsleigh were married. There was a fuss
of some sort between Sally and Mrs. Ess Kay, and Sally came to me, very
much upset, to say that she would have to leave The Moorings
immediately, she couldn't stand it twenty-four hours longer, even for
my sake. She had promised to visit a friend in Chicago, sooner or
later, so she would go straight to her, and if anything too tiresome
should happen before I was ready to sail for home, I had better run out
there;--the friend would be delighted to have me. Sally gave me the
address, and I told her I would write often, but of course I didn't
dream of having to accept her invitation. I missed her badly, but not
as much as if the wedding had not been so near.
Poor old Mohunsleigh--who knows more about the manners of polar bears
than etiquette in American society,--was coached by Potter; and the
night before the wedding rehearsal reluctantly gave an elaborate dinner
to his best man, (an officer in Stan's regiment who happened to turn
up) and the six ushers. The same day Carolyn had her Matron of Honour
and the bridesmaids to lunch, and we did have fun talking over things.
I should have thought a luncheon with all girls and no men might have
been a little tame, and perhaps it would in England, but in America
girls are not at all shy. They say just as funny things as men, and
take the most beautiful pains to amuse each other, so that it's
impossible to be bored, and for hours on end you forget there is such a
creature as Man.
At home, Mohunsleigh would have had to give us things, of course; but
in America, it appears that the bridegroom makes presents to the best
man and the ushers; so it was from Carolyn that I got a duck of a
brooch, like an American flag, with stripes of diamonds and rubies, and
the blue part sapphires. Mohunsleigh said that, as he was awfully hard
up, it was bad luck for him to have to provide each of the bridesmaids
with bouquets and chiffon muffs, and he could not see at all that it
was a pretty idea for everything they carried in their hands to come
from the bridegroom. But as Sally had told me that Carolyn's father had
settled ten million dollars on her, I don't think Mohunsleigh need have
complained.
Although it was in a house, the wedding was very picturesque, and the
bride and groom stood under a bell of white roses about as large as Big
Ben.
I enjoyed it all immensely, for it was my first time as bridesmaid, and
I had a lovely frock and hat (copied from an old picture) for
which--when I wanted the bill--I found Sally had paid. There was a
crush at the reception, but it only lasted two hours. After the bride
and groom had gone, with showers of rice and satin slippers, we stayed
and had a dance--just the ushers and bridesmaids and a few young
people, who were intimate friends of Carolyn's.
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