"What in creation did she send them old teaspoons and that old sofa
for?" his mother asked, disgustedly.
"I don't know," replied William, soberly; "but I do know one thing: I
hated to take them bad enough. She acted all upset over it. I think
she'd better have kept her sofa and teaspoons as long as she lived."
"Course she was upset givin' away anything," scolded his mother. "It
was jest like her, givin' away a passel of old truck ruther than
spend any money. Well, I s'pose you may as well set that sofa in the
parlor. It ain't hurt much, anyway."
Rose and her husband were to live with her parents for the present.
She was married that evening. She wore a blue silk dress, and some
rose-geranium blossoms and leaves in her hair. Tommy Ray sat by her
side on Sylvia's sofa until the company and the minister were all
there. Then they stood up and were married.
Sylvia came to the wedding in her best silk gown; she had trembled
lest Richard Alger should be there, but he had not been invited.
Hannah Berry cherished a deep resentment against him.
"I ain't goin' to have any man that's treated one of my folks as mean
as he has set foot in my house to a weddin', not if I know it," she
told Rose.
After the marriage-cake and cider were passed around, the old people
sat solemnly around the borders of the rooms, and the young people
played games.
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