Eleanor H. Porter
Miss Billy — Married
Published by Good Press, 2021
EAN 4057664579423
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. SOME OPINIONS AND A WEDDING
CHAPTER II. FOR WILLIAM—A HOME
CHAPTER III. BILLY SPEAKS HER MIND
CHAPTER VI. “THE PAINTING LOOK”
CHAPTER VII. THE BIG BAD QUARREL
CHAPTER VIII. BILLY CULTIVATES A “COMFORTABLE INDIFFERENCE”
CHAPTER IX. THE DINNER BILLY TRIED TO GET
CHAPTER X. THE DINNER BILLY GOT
CHAPTER XI. CALDERWELL DOES SOME QUESTIONING
CHAPTER XII. FOR BILLY—SOME ADVICE
CHAPTER XIV. WHEN BERTRAM CAME HOME
CHAPTER XVI. INTO TRAINING FOR MARY ELLEN
CHAPTER XVII. THE EFFICIENCY STAR—AND BILLY
CHAPTER XVIII. BILLY TRIES HER HAND AT “MANAGING”
CHAPTER XIX. A TOUGH NUT TO CRACK FOR CYRIL
CHAPTER XX. ARKWRIGHT'S EYES ARE OPENED
CHAPTER XXI. BILLY TAKES HER TURN AT QUESTIONING
CHAPTER XXII. A DOT AND A DIMPLE
CHAPTER XXIII. BILLY AND THE ENORMOUS RESPONSIBILITY
CHAPTER XXV. “SHOULD AULD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT”
CHAPTER XXVI. GHOSTS THAT WALKED FOR BERTRAM
CHAPTER XXVII. THE MOTHER—THE WIFE
CHAPTER I. SOME OPINIONS AND A WEDDING
“I, Bertram, take thee, Billy,” chanted the white-robed clergyman.
“'I, Bertram, take thee, Billy,'” echoed the tall young bridegroom, his eyes gravely tender.
“To my wedded wife.”
“'To my wedded wife.'” The bridegroom's voice shook a little.
“To have and to hold from this day forward.”
“'To have and to hold from this day forward.'” Now the young voice rang with triumph. It had grown strong and steady.
“For better for worse.”
“'For better for worse.'”
“For richer for poorer,” droned the clergyman, with the weariness of uncounted repetitions.
“'For richer for poorer,'” avowed the bridegroom, with the decisive emphasis of one to whom the words are new and significant.
“In sickness and in health.”
“'In sickness and in health.'”
“To love and to cherish.”
“'To love and to cherish.'” The younger voice carried infinite tenderness now.
“Till death us do part.”
“'Till death us do part,'” repeated the bridegroom's lips; but everybody knew that what his heart said was: “Now, and through all eternity.”
“According to God's holy ordinance.”
“'According to God's holy ordinance.'”
“And thereto I plight thee my troth.”
“'And thereto I plight thee my troth.'”
There was a faint stir in the room. In one corner a white-haired woman blinked tear-wet eyes and pulled a fleecy white shawl more closely about her shoulders. Then the minister's voice sounded again.
“I, Billy, take thee, Bertram.”
“'I, Billy, take thee, Bertram.'”
This time the echoing voice was a feminine one, low and sweet, but clearly distinct, and vibrant with joyous confidence, on through one after another of the ever familiar, but ever impressive phrases of the service that gives into the hands of one man and of one woman the future happiness, each of the other.
The wedding was at noon. That evening Mrs. Kate Hartwell, sister of the bridegroom, wrote the following letter:
BOSTON, July 15th.
“MY