So on Thursday he drove all the way to Georgina's home
to be married. It was forty miles and a bitter cold day. But it
wasn't any colder than the reception he got from Georgina. She
was out in the porch, with her head tied up in a towel, picking
geese. She had been all ready Tuesday, and her friends and the
minister were there, and the wedding supper prepared. But there
was no bridegroom and Georgina was furious. Nothing Uncle Andrew
could say would appease her. She wouldn't listen to a word of
explanation, but told him to go, and never show his nose there
again. So poor Uncle Andrew had to go ruefully home, hoping that
she would relent later on, because he was really very much in love
with her."
"And did she?" queried Felicity.
"She did. Thirteen years exactly from that day they were married.
It took her just that long to forgive him."
"It took her just that long to find out she couldn't get anybody
else," said Dan, cynically.
CHAPTER XIV
A PRODIGAL RETURNS
Aunt Olivia and the Story Girl lived in a whirlwind of dressmaking
after that, and enjoyed it hugely. Cecily and Felicity also had
to have new dresses for the great event, and they talked of little
else for a fortnight. Cecily declared that she hated to go to
sleep because she was sure to dream that she was at Aunt Olivia's
wedding in her old faded gingham dress and a ragged apron.
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