“I do. I have fifteen shillings a week, we might see-saw on that. And I’ve got strong arms, and a good cottage, and a large garden. We might see-saw on that. And—I love you with all my heart.”
“But is there to be see-saw in that?”
“None—fast as a nail. Will you?”
“Well, if it must be, it must.”
That is how it came about.
The banns had been called and the marriage day had arrived. The parson was to be at the church at ten o’clock.
“Mother,” said Prue the evening before. “There is my white confirmation gown and the veil the young ladies at the Hall gave me—I will wear that.”
“And you must have flowers.”
“Yes—white.”
Now it so fell out that just before the time came for going to church Mrs. Worden exclaimed—