"Did you know he'd been making calls all the morning, the same
as usual? Made 'em till the last minute, too. It isn't fifteen minutes
since I saw his machine roll in. Hope he wasn't rattled when he wrote
his prescriptions."
It was the Birches' custom to make as little as possible of family
crises. Talk and laugh as lightly as they would, however, every one of
them was watching Charlotte with anxiety, for it was the first break in
the dear circle, and it seemed almost as if they could have better
spared any other.
Yet Charlotte was going to live no farther away than next door--this was
the comfort of the situation.
"Well, I must be off to look after my duties to the groom," Lanse
announced presently, with a precautionary glance into his mother's
mirror to make sure that not a hair of his splendour was disturbed. "I
ought to have been with him before this, only my infatuation for the
bride makes my case difficult. You've heard of these fellows who hang
about another chap's girl till the last minute, doing the forsaken act.
I feel something like that. Good luck, little girl.
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