found for us!" cried Harry joyfully; and
Miss Alida laughingly answered "that she had been driven from house
and home, and sent to wander over the face of the earth, in order to
find them a nest." But, in reality, the arrangement was convenient and
pleasant on both sides.

The wedding day was one of royal sunshine, and the little church was
crowded with sympathetic neighbors and acquaintances. People generally
forget to be envious and ill-natured at a wedding, for the very
presence of visible love seems to hold in abeyance evil thoughts and
feelings. So, when Adriana, in a brave white satin dress, slashed with
sunshine, walked up the aisle on her father's arm, and Harry followed
with Miss Alida on his arm, there was a murmur of admiration and good
will. The bride was so lovely and the bridegroom so handsome, and both
were so radiantly happy, that every one present caught joy from them.

Through the open windows came the scent of lilacs and the twitter of
birds, and the old pines, like mystical trees, waved to and fro in the
open spaces. The breath and the hope of the morning hours were yet in
the air; the minister's smiling face and strong, cheerful words, went
to the heart like wine; and an air of religious joy sanctified the
rite. Blessed even to tears, the new husband and wife turned to each
other, and then to the world, with hopes bright as the morning and
purposes holy as their vows.

There was a large wedding breakfast at Miss Alida's, and then she had
but just time to catch the train which would serve her steamer; and
after her departure, one by one the visitors went away; so that,
before sunset, Harry and Adriana were alone in their new home. Only
one thing had marred the pleasure of the day; Harry's parents had
refused to share it. Mr. Filmer had no special dislike to Adriana, but
his wife had; and Mr. Filmer wisely considered that his summer's
comfort and peace probably depended on his apparent sympathy. And with
his great book on hand, how could he face the prospect of a prolonged
disagreement on a subject so much beyond his control?

So he was investigating the Plantagenet influence on the social life
of England while his son was being married, and he quite forgot all
about the circumstance. But Mrs. Filmer was fretting in every room of
her fine house, and feeling the ceremony in every nerve of her body
and pulse of her heart. Her restlessness indeed became so great that
she drove through the village in