\"Notinpublic；sotheymeet’emsideo’theriverorroundthecornerofBart’sshop，oranywheretheycan，whentheDeacon’sback’sturned。IfyoutiedahandkerchiefoverWaitstill’seyesshecouldfindherwayblindfoldtoIvoryBoynton’shouse，butshe’sgoodasgold，Waitstillis；she’llstaywhereherdutycallsher，everytime！Ifanymisfortuneorscandalshouldcomenearthemtwogirls，theDeaconwillhaveno—bodybuthimselftothankforit，that’sonesurething！\"
\"Youngfolkscan’tbeyoungbutonce，\"sighedMrs。Day。\"I
thoughtwehadashandsomeaturn—outattheentertainmentlastevenin’asanyvillageontheSacoRivercould’a’furnished：an’
myPhoebean’yourCephas，ifIdosaysoasshouldn’t，wasaboutthebest—dressedan’best—appearin’coupletherewaspresent。
Also，Iguesslikely，they’restartin’outwithasgoodprospectsasanybridean’groomthat’swalkedupthemiddleaisleo’themeetin’—houseformanyayear……How’dyoulikethatBostonsingerthattheWilsonsbroughthere，Abby？——Waitaminute，isCephas，ortheDeacon，tendin’storethisafter—noon？\"