Chapter Eight.
A Scottish Peasant’s Wedding and a Ball.
Old Laird McLeod had a right good heart of his own, and willingly permitted the marriage to take place in his drawing-room. There were very few guests, however.
The grey-haired old minister was there in time to taste the wine of Scotland before the ceremony began, which, after all, though short, was very solemn. No reading of prayers. The prayer that was said was from the heart, not from a book; that sort of prayer which opens Heaven.
A long exhortation followed, hands were joined, the minister laid his above, and Sandie and Fanny were man and wife. Then the blessing.
I don’t know why it was, but Fanny was in tears most of the time.
The marriage took place in the afternoon; and dinner was to follow.
Annie good-naturedly took Fanny to her own room and washed away her tears.