"I can't say I should 'a liked it myself, my dear," Mrs. Berry candidly responded.
"Oh! why, why, why did it happen!" the young bride bent to a flood of fresh tears, murmuring that she felt already old—forsaken.
"Haven't you got a comfort in your religion for all accidents?" Mrs.
Berry inquired.
"None for this. I know it's wrong to cry when I am so happy. I hope he will forgive me."
Mrs. Berry vowed her bride was the sweetest, softest, beautifulest thing in life.
"I'll cry no more," said Lucy. "Leave me, Mrs. Berry, and come back when
I ring."
She drew forth a little silver cross, and fell upon her knees to the bed.
Mrs. Berry left the room tiptoe.
When she was called to return, Lucy was calm and tearless, and smiled kindly to her.
"It's over now," she said.
Mrs. Berry sedately looked for her ring to follow.