My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's HistoryStowe, Harriet Beecher
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My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's History
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
American fiction -- 19th century; Courtship -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Romance fiction
"I am afraid," said Ida, "that Mr. Henderson, having seen you only in
Lent, won't be able to keep track of you when the Easter rejoicings
begin, and the parties recommence."
"Oh dear me!" said Eva, with a sort of shudder, "To think of that horrid
wedding!"
"That's just like Eva," said Alice. "She's been, and been, and been to
these things till she's tired out with them; whereas, I am just come
out, and I like them, and want more of them. I don't think they are
horrid at all. I am perfectly delighted about that Elmore wedding. One
will see there all the new things, and all the stunning things, and all
the latest devices from Paris. I was in at Tullegig's the other day, and
you never saw such a sight as her rooms are! Somebody said it looked as
if rainbows had been broken to pieces and thrown all round. She showed
me all the different costumes that she was making up for the various
parties. You know there are to be seven bride's-maids, and each of them
is to wear a different color. Madame thinks '_C'est si gentil_.' Then,
you know, they are making such grand preparations up at that _chateau_
of theirs. The whole garden is to be roofed in and made a ball room of.
I think it will be gorgeous. I say, Mr. Fellows, if you and Mr.
Henderson would like it, I know I could manage cards for you."
Jim assented, heartily, for both of us; and I added that I should like
to see the affair; for I had never seen enough of that sort of thing to
take away the novelty.
After tea we all sallied out to the church with our trophies. We went in
two carriages, for the better accommodation of these, and had a busy
time disembarking at the church and carrying them in. Here we met a
large committee of co-workers, and the scene of real business commenced.
Jim and I worked heroically under the direction of our fair
superintendents. By midnight the church was a bower of fragrance and
beauty. The chancel seemed a perfect bed of lilies, out of which rose
the great white cross, shedding perfume upon the air. The baptismal font
was covered with a closely woven mosaic of fragrant violets, and in each
panel appeared an alternate red or white cross formed of flowers. The
font was filled with a tall bouquet of white saint's-lilies, such as
gardeners force for Easter.
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