thing, I’m
afraid,
but the
minute she
was fairly
married,
Meg cried,
“The first
kiss for
Marmee!”
and
turning,
gave it
with her
heart on
her lips.
During the
next
fifteen
minutes
she looked
more like
a rose
than ever,
for
everyone
availed
themselves
of their
privileges
to the
fullest
extent,
from Mr.
Laurence
to old
Hannah,
who,
adorned
with a
headdress
fearfully
and
wonderfully
made, fell
upon her
in the
hall,
crying
with a sob
