not marrying them, and shall take good care to keep them in their
places, which places are not in Boston."

And so the two were married, Burton Jerrold and Geraldine Grey, and
there was a grand wedding, at Grey's Park, and the supper was served on
the lawn, where there was a dance, and music, and fireworks in the
evening; and Sam Lawton, a half-witted fellow, went up in a balloon, and
came down on a pile of rocks on the Jerrold farm, and broke his leg; and
people were there from Boston, and Worcester, and Springfield, and New
York, but very few from Allington, for the reason that very few were
bidden. Could Lucy have had her way, the whole town would have been
invited; but Geraldine overruled her, and made herself life-long enemies
of the people who had known her from childhood. Peter Jerrold staid at
home, just as Burton hoped he would, but Hannah was present, in a new
gray silk, with some old lace, and a bit of scarlet ribbon at her
throat, and her hair arranged somewhat after the fashion of the times.
This was the suggestion of Lucy Grey, who had more influence over Hannah
Jerrold than any one else in the world, and when she advised the new
silk, and the old lace, and the scarlet ribbon, Hannah assented readily,
and looked so youthful and pretty, in spite of her thirty years, that
the Rev. Mr. Sanford, who was a bachelor, and had preached in Allington
for several years, paid her marked attention, helping her to ices, and
walking with her for half an hour on the long terrace in a corner of the
park.

There was a trip to Saratoga, and Newport, and the Catskills, and then,
early in September, Burton brought his bride to the house on Beacon
street, which Geraldine at once remodeled and fitted up in a style
worthy of her means, and of the position she meant her husband to
occupy. He was a growing man, and from being clerk in a bank, soon came