"I have a certificate-thing, and a wedding-ring and a
beautiful frock and hat that Mark bought in Boston, but no real
husband. I'm no more married than ever I was! Don't you remember
I said that Mark was sent away on Tuesday morning? And this is
Thursday. I've had three letters from him; but I don't know, till
we see how father takes it, when we can tell the Wilsons and
start for Portsmouth. We shan't really call ourselves married
till we get to Portsmouth; we promised each other that from the
first. It isn't much like being a bride, never to see your
bridegroom; to have a father who will fly into a passion when he
hears that you are married; not to know whether your new family
will like or despise you; and to have your only sister angered
with you for the first time in her life!"
Waitstill's heart melted, and she lifted Patty's tear-stained
face to hers and kissed it. "Well, dear, I would not have had you
do this for the world, but it is done, and Mark seems to have
been as wise as a man can be when he does an unwise thing. You
are married, and you love each other. That's the comforting thing
to me."
"We do," sobbed Patty. "No two people ever loved each other
better than we; but it's been all spoiled for fear of father.
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