Lavender and Old Lace
Page 73His last argument was convincing. "I won't do anything you don't want me
to do, dear," she said, with a new humility.
"I want you to be happy, dearest," he answered, quickly. "Just try my
way for a year--that's all I ask. I know your independence is sweet to
you, but the privilege of working for you with hand and brain, with your
love in my heart; with you at home, to be proud of me when I succeed and
to give me new courage when I fail, why, it's the sweetest thing I've
ever known."
"I'll have to go back to town very soon, though," she said, a little
later, "I am interrupting the honeymoon."
"We'll have one of our own very soon that you can't interrupt, and, when
"We need lots of things, don't we?" she asked.
"I expect we do, darling, but I haven't the least idea what they are.
You'll have to tell me."
"Oriental rugs, for one thing," she said, "and a mahogany piano, and an
instrument to play it with, because I haven't any parlour tricks, and
some good pictures, and a waffle iron and a porcelain rolling pin."
"What do you know about rolling pins and waffle irons?" he asked fondly.
"My dear boy," she replied, patronisingly, "you forget that in the days
when I was a free and independent woman, I was on a newspaper. I
know lots of things that are utterly strange to you, because, in all
must boil meat slowly, and if you want meat, you must boil it rapidly,
and if dough sticks to a broom straw when you jab it into a cake, it
isn't done."
He laughed joyously. "How about the porcelain rolling pin?"
"It's germ proof," she rejoined, soberly.
"Are we going to keep house on the antiseptic plan?"
"We are--it's better than the installment plan, isn't it? Oh, Carl!" she
exclaimed, "I've had the brightest idea!"
"Spring it!" he demanded.
"Why, Aunt Jane's attic is full of old furniture, and I believe she'll
His face fell. "How charming," he said, without emotion.
"Oh, you stupid," she laughed, "it's colonial mahogany, every stick of
it! It only needs to be done over!"
"Ruth, you're a genius."
"Wait till I get it, before you praise me. Just stay here a minute and
I'll run up to see what frame of mind she's in."
When she entered the kitchen, the bride was busily engaged in getting
supper. Uncle James, with a blue gingham apron tied under his arms, was
awkwardly peeling potatoes. "Oh, how good that smells!" exclaimed Ruth,
as a spicy sheet of gingerbread was taken out of the oven.