"
"That was right," her father said, with an approving glance at Travilla.
Mrs. Travilla led the way to a suite of beautiful apartments prepared for
the bride.
Elsie's taste had been consulted in all the refitting and refurnishing,
and the whole effect was charming. This was, however, her first sight of
the rooms since the changes had been begun.
The communicating doors were thrown wide, giving a view of the whole suite
at once, from the spot where Elsie stood between Mr. Travilla and his
mother. She gazed for a moment, then turned to her husband a face
sparkling with delight.
"Does it satisfy you, my little wife?" he asked, in tones that spoke
intense enjoyment of her pleasure.
"Fully, in every way; but especially as an evidence of my husband's love,"
she answered, suffering him to throw an arm about her and fold her to his
heart.
There had been words of welcome and a recognition of the younger lady as
now mistress of the mansion, trembling on the mother's tongue, but she now
stole quietly away and left them to each other.
In half an hour the two rejoined their guests, "somewhat improved in
appearance," as Mr. Travilla laughingly said he hoped they would be found.
"You are indeed," said Aunt Wealthy, "a lily or a rose couldn't look
lovelier than Elsie does in that pure white, and with the beautiful
flowers in her hair.
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