She had a kind word for each, remembering all their names, and inquiring
after their "miseries"; every one was permitted to take her small white
hand, many of them kissing it with fervent affection. They were introduced
to their "new master," too (that was what she called him), and shaken
hands with by him in a cordial interested way that won their hearts at
once.
Aunt Phillis was in her glory, serving up a feast the preparation of which
had exhausted the united skill of both Aunt Sally and herself. Their
efforts were duly appreciated and praised, the viands evidently greatly
enjoyed, all to their intense delight.
Mr. Mason was invited to partake with the bride and groom, and assigned
the seat of honor at Mr. Travilla's right hand. Elsie presided over the
tea-urn with the same gentle dignity and grace as when her father occupied
the chair at the opposite end of the table, now filled by her husband. Her
traveling dress had been exchanged for one of simple white, and there were
white flowers in her hair and at her throat. Very sweet and charming she
looked, not only in the eyes of her husband, who seemed to find her fair
face a perpetual feast, but in those of all others who saw her.
On leaving the table they repaired to the library, where Mr.
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