WEDDING BELLS
"Well, they're gone!" said Direxia Hawkes.
"H'm!" said Mrs. Tree.
Direxia had been to market, and, it was to be supposed, had brought home, beside the chops and the soup-piece, all the information the village afforded. She had now, after putting away her austere little bonnet and cape, brought a china basin, and a mystic assortment of white cloths, and was polishing the window-panes, which did not need polishing. From time to...
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