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Wyllys asked to borrow it, you ought to have taken Emmeline's, though she isn't at home; she just keeps her books to show off on the centre-table, you know. Our neighbour, Mrs. Wyllys, seems quite a reader." "She doesn't want this to read herself," observed Uncle Dozie. "No? What does she want it for?" "She wants me to read it aloud." Uncle Josie opened his eyes in mute astonishment.
Now, a bouquet of roses and pinks is certainly a very beautiful object, but a collection of fine vegetables, with the rich variety of shape and colour, in leaf, fruit, and root, such as nature has given them to us, is a noble sight. So thought Uncle Dozie, at least.
But Taylor would not have it called a farm, for the world; he delights in big words," said Mr. Wyllys. "That is only natural, I suppose, for 'Don Pompey, as Mr. Stryker calls him," observed Mr. Ellsworth. The following morning was the happy occasion, which was to make Mrs. George Wyllys the wife of Uncle Dozie.
"Why not?" said Uncle Dozie, growing bolder as the conversation continued, and he finished arranging his basket. "I believe you are out of your head, Jem; I don't understand you this morning. What is the meaning of this? what are you about?" "Going to be married," replied Uncle Dozie, not waiting for any further questions, but setting off at a brisk step towards Mrs. Wyllys's door. Mr.
Adeline, with the Saratoga fashionables, soon followed; having remained longer in the dressing-room, in order to wait until each could appear with a beau to lean on. The Longbridge elite arrived in large numbers; Uncle Dozie woke up, and Uncle Josie shook hands as his friends wished him many happy years in his new house. Miss Emmeline and Mrs.
Wyllys's drawing-room, they were received in a very informal manner by the bride herself. As Elinor had recommended a grey silk for the wedding-dress, she was not at all surprised to find her aunt wearing a coloured muslin. On one point, however, it was evident she had not changed her mind; for the happy man, Uncle Dozie, was there in full matrimonials, with a new wig, and a white waistcoat.
"Certainly; and what is Uncle Dozie about?" "At work in the vegetable-garden, as usual. He sent me a fine basket of salad, and radishes, and onions, this morning." "Clapp has got into a new house I see." "Yes; he is in very good business, I believe; you saw Catherine, you say?" "Yes, for a minute only. I ran in to kiss Kate and the children, while they were harnessing a horse for me at the tavern.
He thought the man had lost his senses: he was mistaken, Uncle Dozie had only lost his heart. Determined not to give up the chase, still calling the retreating Uncle Dozie, he pursued him from the pea-rows into the windings of the corn-hills, across the walk to another growth of peas near the garden paling.
After the happy couple had entered the house, the merchant left his station at the paling, and returned to his own solitary dinner, laughing heartily whenever the morning scene recurred to him. We have said that Uncle Dozie had managed his love affairs thus far so slyly, that no one suspected him; that very afternoon, however, one of the most distinguished gossips of Longbridge, Mrs.
"Well, I can't say that the gentlemen strike me as so much superior to the ladies of the family. 'Uncle Josie' seems to admire his daughter's nonsense; and 'Uncle Dozie' never opens his lips." "There is not a shade of fascination about them, however," said Elinor. "I grant you that," said Mrs. Wyllys, smiling. "I shall decline the invitation, though, I think."
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