Mrs. Conyers stabbed at a little pile of bones on the side plate.
"This is what is left of them," she said, touching a napkin to her
gustatory lips. "There are your leaves," she added, pointing to a
little vase in front of Harriet's plate. "When is he going to send
you some more? But tell him we have geraniums."
The next day Ambrose received a note:
"Dear Mr. Webb: I have been thinking how pleasant my visit to you
was that morning. It has not been possible for me to get the
carriage since or I should have been out to thank you for your
beautiful present. The squabs appealed to me. A man who loves
them must have tender feeling; and that is what all my life I have
been saying: Give me a man with a heart! Sometime when you are in
town, I may meet you on the street somewhere and then I can thank
you more fully than I do now. I shall always cherish the memory of
your kind deed. You must give me the chance to thank you very
soon, or I shall fear that you do not care for my thanks. I take a
walk about eleven o'clock.
"Sincerely yours,
"HARRIET CRANE."
Ambrose must have received the note. A few weeks later Miss Anna
one morning received one herself delivered by a boy who had ridden
in from the farm; the boy waited with a large basket while she read:
"Dearest Anna: It is a matter of very little importance to mention
to you of course, but I am married. My husband and I were married
at ------ yesterday afternoon. He met me at an appointed place and
we drove quietly out of town. What I want you to do at once is,
send me some clothes, for I left all the Conyers apparel where it
belonged. Send me something of everything. And as soon as I am
pinned in, I shall invite you out. Of course I shall now give
orders for whatever I desire; and then I shall return to Mrs.
Conyers the things I used on my bridal trip.
"This is a very hurried note, and of course I have not very much to
say as yet about my new life. As for my husband, I can at least
declare with perfect sincerity that he is mine. I have made one
discovery already, Anna: he cannot be bent except where he has
already been broken. I am discovering the broken places and shall
govern him accordingly.
"Do try to marry, Anna! You have no idea how a married woman feels
toward one of her sex who is single.
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