Grandmother. Thanks, my child, I am quite all right, and I am very happy.
The Blond Young Lady. Yes, grandma, you ought to feel happy.
The Brunette Young Lady. How young you look, and how lovely and rosy!
The Bride. Grandma?
Grandmother. What is it, my angel?
The Bride. Tell me, how does a woman manage so that she is admired by her husband for full fifty years, as you are by grandfather?
The Brunette Young Lady. Yes, how did you manage that?
Grandmother. You will all be loved and admired after fifty years as I have been. A person must be good. We must love each other.
The Polite Young Man. But, grandmother, is it not wonderful at seventy and seventy-five to love so beautifully and purely as you and grandfather have loved?
Grandmother. You must always be good and patient with each other, and brave. Never lose courage.