\"Waitforme，myfriend。Imaybealittlelate，butIshallsurelycome。\"
\"Oh，ifheonlywould！Sokind，sogood，sopatientwithmealways，mydearoldFritz。Ididn’tvaluehimhalfenoughwhenIhadhim，butnowhowIshouldlovetoseehim，foreveryoneseemsgoingawayfromme，andI’mallalone。\"
Andholdingthelittlepaperfast，asifitwereapromiseyettobefulfilled，Jolaidherheaddownonacomfortableragbag，andcried，asifinoppositiontotherainpatteringontheroof。
Wasitallself—pity，loneliness，orlowspirits？Orwasitthewakingupofasentimentwhichhadbideditstimeaspatientlyasitsinspirer？Whoshallsay？
GoodWives:Chapter2CHAPTER2TheFirstWeddingTheJunerosesovertheporchwereawakebrightandearlyonthatmorning，rejoicingwithalltheirheartsinthecloudlesssunshine，likefriendlylittleneighbors，astheywere。Quiteflushedwithexcitementweretheirruddyfaces，astheyswunginthewind，whisperingtooneanotherwhattheyhadseen，forsomepeepedinatthediningroomwindowswherethefeastwasspread，someclimbeduptonodandsmileatthesistersastheydressedthebride，otherswavedawelcometothosewhocameandwentonvariouserrandsingarden，porch，andhall，andall，fromtherosiestfull—blownflowertothepalestbabybud，offeredtheirtributeofbeautyandfragrancetothegentlemistresswhohadlovedandtendedthemsolong。