“Wonderful! ’Twill carry a body through it all from wedding to churching, if you only let it out with spirit enough.”
“Very well, then,” said Fancy, blushing. “’Tis to be, and here goes!”
“That’s a girl for a husband!” said Mrs. Dewy.
“I do hope he’ll come in time!” continued the bride-elect, inventing a new cause of affright, now that the other was demolished.
“’Twould be a thousand pities if he didn’t come, now you be so brave,” said Mrs. Penny.
Grandfather James, having overheard some of these remarks, said downstairs with mischievous loudness—
“I’ve known some would-be weddings when the men didn’t come.”
“They’ve happened not to come, before now, certainly,” said Mr. Penny, cleaning one of the glasses of his spectacles.
“O, do hear what they are saying downstairs,” whispered Fancy. “Hush, hush!”
She listened.