invite you to your daughter's wedding supper to-night. Tommy Winston's
married your Alice sure enough, but he's a good boy even if he is
motherless and fatherless and has sort of shifted for himself in odd
ways. He brought Alice to me last night all properly married and she's
been with me ever since, so everything is all right and respectable,
for which you may thank the dear Lord on bended knees. Tommy's been
and rented the little Bently place over on the hill and is getting it
into shape with a few pieces of furniture. It's such a doll house it
won't take much to furnish it. I've found half a dozen things up attic
and, Milly, if you look around, you'll find plenty here to help start
the little new home in fair shape. Thank heavens, life in Green Valley
is still simple enough so's people can every now and then marry for
love and not much of anything else. Though Tommy's got a little
besides his horse and wagon. He's already bought Alice a new hat and
fixings and he's going down to Tony's hardware store this afternoon to
order up a good cook stove. So you see--"

But at this point Sears woke up and hoarsely, defiantly and a little
tremulously announced:

"He'll do no such thing. I'm going down right now to buy that there
cook stove."

So that was settled and a new home peaceably, respectably started as
every home should be. And it would have been hard to say who was the
busiest and happiest of all the people who helped make a wedding that
day.

By three o'clock, however, everything was about done and there were
only the final touches to be put on. Grandma engineered everything