'A hunter's dinner!' said Goppin.
'But where is the bride?' asked Grout. 'I want to drink health and a long family to her.'
'Glory ought to be here. Go up, Mistress Sharland, and bring her down. She has returned by this time,' said Rebow.
'I don't think she has,' said the old woman.
'I am sure of it; go and look.'
The widow revisited the bedroom.
When she returned she said, 'No, Elijah; Mehalah has not come back. She has taken off her bridal dress and laid it on the bed, and has put on her blue jersey, and I see she has taken with her a red cap.'
'She tore that to pieces.'
'She has been knitting a new cap this week,' said Mrs. Sharland.
'I like that! She has done it to please me,' said Elijah, his eye twinkling. 'I loved her in that; and I hate to see her as she was tricked out to-day.'