Our train brought us there two hours before the
one set for the ceremony, and we found not only Grandmother but Rhodora
and the Preacher in the fine old-time drawing-room to greet us. The
wedding was to be a quietly informal one, and such of the other guests
as had already arrived were in the room also, having a cup of tea before
they should go upstairs to dress.
Rhodora herself was pouring the tea, and the Preacher was helping hand
the cups about. It was a beautiful opportunity to observe the pair
before their marriage.
Grandmother gave us the welcome only Grandmother knows how to give. In
her own home she looks like a fair, little, old queen, receiving
everybody's homage, yet giving so much kindness in return that one can
never feel one's self out of debt to her hospitality. Her greeting to
the Philosopher was an especially cordial one.
"I ventured to ask you," she said to him, "because I have always wanted
to see you again--not merely because I have heard of you in the world
where you are making a name for yourself.
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