I like her habit of wearing natural flowers in her
hair."
"And I," said her husband, "they seem to me to have been made for her
adornment."
"And your money-hoon's over, Elsie; how odd it seems to think you've been
so long married. And did you get through the money-hoon without a
quarrel? But of course you did."
Elsie, who had for a moment looked slightly puzzled by the new word, now
answered with a smile of comprehension, "Oh, yes, auntie; surely we should
be a sad couple if even the honeymoon were disturbed by a disagreement.
But Edward and I never mean to quarrel."
Mr. Dinsmore turned in his chair, and gave his daughter a glance of
mingled surprise and disapprobation.
"There, papa, I knew you would think me disrespectful," she exclaimed with
a deep blush; "but he insisted, indeed ordered me, and you know I have
promised to obey."
"It is quite true," assented Mr. Travilla, coloring in his turn; "but I
told her it was the only order I ever meant to give her."
"Better not make rash promises," said Mr. Dinsmore, laughing; "these wives
are sometimes inclined to take advantage of them."
"Treason! treason!" cried Rose, lifting her hands; "to think you'd say
that before me!
"'Husband, husband, cease your strife
No longer idly rove, sir;
Tho' I am your wedded wife,
Yet I am not your slave, sir.
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