"Come, Charley, get up and see the bride. Come, we are all married folks together."
"Oh, Jeannette, we must not carry on so with Walter now."
"Why not? Are we not all married? If we cannot carry on a little now, I don't know when we should."
"Yes, but—"
"Walter's father is dead."
"Oh, dear! don't say that."
"I must; it is true. And Walter must stay here to-night; how shall we fix it?"
"Oh, that is very easy. There are two matrasses on the bedstead; we will lay one down here—the bolster will do for pillows—there are some nice clean sheets, and a spread. We will just take that side curtain and turn it round, and pin it to the window curtain, and then you see how easy it will be to have two beds and two bed-rooms. You and I will sleep on the floor, and Charles and Walter shall sleep on the bed."
No; that would never do. Charles and Walter would both sleep on the floor, and their wives should sleep where they always had, together on the bed.