We will deck it with flowers,"
continued Quincy. "Leopold will go to Boston to-morrow and get them.
Rosamond's Bower was not sweeter nor more lovely than we will make this
little room. I will get an old clergyman; I don't like young ones;
Leopold shall be my best man and Rosa shall be your bridesmaid. Mrs.
Gibson and her brother, who I see is still here, shall be our witnesses,
and we will have Tommy and Dolly for ushers."
Both laughed aloud in their childish glee at the picture that Quincy
had painted. "I could ask for nothing better," said Alice; "the ceremony
will be modest, artistic, and idyllic."
"And economical, too," Quincy added with a laugh.
And so it came to pass! They were married, and the transformation in the
little room, that Quincy and Alice had seen in their mind's eye, was
realized to the letter. Flowers, best man, bridesmaid, witnesses,
ushers, and the aged clergyman, with whitened locks, who called them his
children, and blessed them and wished them long life and happiness,
hoped that they would meet and know each other some day in the
infinite--all were there.
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