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Supper was now announced, and in examining the arrangement of the

table and inspecting the furniture of the dining room, the bride

forgot everything save the novelty of her situation. Mentally

styling the house "an old rookery," she forced back the bitter

feelings which would rise up when she thought how unlike was all

this to what she had been accustomed. It needed but one glance of

her keen eyes to read the whole, and ere the close of the next day

she understood her position perfectly, and summoning to her aid her

iron will, she determined to make the most of everything.

She knew the doctor had money, aye, and she knew, too, how to get it from

him, but she was too wary to undertake it in any of the ordinary

ways. She did not tell him how desolate the old house seemed, or

that she was homesick because of its desolation; but after she had

been there a few days she sat down by his side, and told him that

with a few improvements it could be made the most delightful spot in

all the country, and she was glad she had come there to help him to

fix it up.

She knew he had exquisite taste, and as he was now at

leisure they would contrive together how their parlors could be

improved. She didn't quite like them as they were, the window lights

were too small, and they must have the large panes of glass. Then

satin paper on the walls would look so much better, and the carpets,

though really very nice, were hardly good enough for a man of Dr.

Kennedy's standing in society.

"But," gasped the doctor, "the one in the back parlor is brand new--

has scarcely been used at all and it is a maxim of mine--"

"Your maxim is good, undoubtedly," interrupted the lady, "but the

chambers all need recarpeting, and this will exactly fit Maude's

room, which I intend fixing before she returns."

The doctor looked aghast, and his wife continued: "The season is so

far advanced that it is hardly worth while to make any changes now,

but next spring I shall coax you into all manner or repairs. I do

wonder what makes that spot on your nose so red at times. You are

really very fine looking when it is not there. It is gone," she

continued, and smoothing away a wrinkle in his forehead, she said,

"We won't talk of the future now, but seriously, we must have some

new Brussels carpets, and a furnace to warm the whole house."