"Just like men!" said the woman.

"I suppose so. I know that some of those pictures disappeared after
Rose had been here a while! And we had linen curtains--"

"Not linen!" protested Anne.

"Very--pretty--little--ruffled--curtains they were," he affirmed
seriously. "Linen, with blue bands, in this bedroom, and red bands
upstairs. And things--things--" he made a vague gesture--"things on
the dressing-tables and bed to match 'em! I remember that on our
wedding day, when I brought Rose home, we had a little maid here,
and dinner was all ready, but no, Rose must run up and down stairs
looking at everything in her little wedding dress--" Suddenly came
another pause. The room was dark now, but for the firelight. Little
Jinny was asleep in her father's arms, Diego blinking manfully.
Neither husband nor wife, whose hands had found each other, cared to
break the silence. But after a while Anne said:

"What WAS her wedding dress?"

Instantly roused, the guest raised bright, pleased eyes.

"The ladies' question, Warriner," said he. "It was silk, my dear,
her first silk gown. Yellowish, or brownish, it was. And she had one
of those little ruffled capes the ladies used to wear. And a little
bonnet--"

"A BONNET!"