The latter was eyeing the tea-set.
“It’s lots like mine,” she answered, with recovered recollection of the Brown-Pogram estate. “I’m just bound and determined Loomis’s wife shan’t have my tea-set!”
“We can’t do anything but eat, to do justice to it, Betsy,” went on Hiram.
And she turned her head and buried her face on his breast, while he kept his arms around her.
Mrs. Pogram began to be inspired with the idea that perhaps the pair would not mind being left alone for a little while.
“Betsy’s kind o’ worked up,” she said leniently, to Hiram. “She set so much store by Irvin’. I’ll just go on, and see her some other time.”
Some of Mercury’s fleetness was lent to the visitor’s heavy sandals as she considered the number of neighbors she could see on her way home; and before bed-time that night, it was known in Fairport that the Bruce family had given to Captain Salter’s bride a complete dinner-service of solid silver, a watch studded with diamonds, and Oriental rugs for every room in the cottage!