They were married in the spring, and the orchards were in
bloom, and your father filled her room with apple blossoms, and the
first day when Jim drove them up from the station, your father carried
her in his arms over the threshold and up into that room, and when she
came down, she said, 'Mary Connolly, isn't life--wonderful?'"
"Did she say that, Mrs. Connolly, really? Daddy always teases me when
I go into raptures. He says that I think everything is wonderful from
a sunset to a chocolate soda."
"Well, she did, too. Her husband was the most wonderful man, and her
baby was the most wonderful baby--and her house was the most wonderful
house. You make me think of her in every way. But you won't have
apple blossoms for your honeymoon, my dear."
"No. But, oh, Mrs. Connolly--it won't make any real difference."
"Not a bit. And if you'll come up here, Jim and I will promise not to
be in the way. Your mother said we were never in the way. And I'll
serve your meals in front of the sitting-room fire. They used to have
theirs out of doors. But you'll be just as much alone, with me and Jim
eating in the kitchen.
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