“A bride wished it known that she was a bride in those days, didn’t she?”
“Yes, indeed. She was proud of it. Not ashamed.”
“It was your first railroad journey?”
“Yes. There was only one railroad in this part of the country then. And it was a long time before the people got reconciled to travelling so fast. Each one expected never to get back alive. But we went all the way to Philadelphia on it. And it took only three days. There was lots of smoke from the engine. Even Hiliary preferred the stage. But I—Here a small cinder burnt a hole.”
The blind one would feel it.
“You looked very pretty then, sis. I saw you—go.”
Sis would not reply. There was not a spark of vanity in her. But she was very pretty at that moment. And there were the Philadelphia daguerreotypes to prove that she was pretty in 1857.
“We were married only three years.”
We! It meant the three of them.
It was this the blind one thought of most. Remember that when we finally get to the story.