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The hair trunk had been left in Chicopee, and so Ethelyn had not that to vex her. Noticed everywhere, and admired by all whom she met, the first part of her wedding trip was not as irksome as she had feared it might be.
Life looked very dreary to Ethelyn that moment drearier than it ever had before but she was far too proud to betray her real feelings to her aunt, who, touched by the look of anguish on her niece's face, began to change her tactics, and say how glad she was to have her darling back under any circumstances, and so she presumed Richard would be.
Ethelyn was very sick with a nervous headache, and so Andy did not go in with his kindlings that night, but put the basket near the door, where Eunice would find it in the morning.
Richard could not stay in Camden, where everything reminded him so much of Ethelyn, and at his mother's earnest solicitations he went back to Olney, taking with him all the better articles of furniture which Ethie had herself selected, and which converted the plain farmhouse into quite a palace, as both Andy and his mother thought.
"It was very different from New England," she said, "but she was prepared for that, and hoped she should not get very homesick during the few weeks which would elapse before she went to Washington." At this point Mrs. Markham stopped her patching and looked inquiringly at Ethelyn.
Perhaps if Ethelyn had talked Washington openly to her husband when she was first married, and before his mother had gained his ear, her chances for a winter at the capital would have been far greater than they were now. But she had only taken it for granted that she was going, and supposed that Richard understood it just as she did.
"But brother can't give it to you, baby, he's eaten it," said her father, vainly trying to console her with other dainties. But Florelle continued to scream, and Mrs. St Clair was obliged to summon the nurse and have her taken up-stairs. "Well, that's a relief," said Ethelyn, as the struggling child was carried away. "I told you you'd hear her yell pretty often, Patricia."
Answer, the low cry, and gasping sob, and outstretched arms, which held the wanderer in so loving an embrace, while a rain of tears fell upon the dear head from which the bonnet had fallen back as Ethelyn sank upon her knees before Aunt Barbara. Neither could talk much for a few moments.
She was homesick at first, and that was the cause of her coldness, they said, excusing her in their kind hearts, and admiring her as something far superior to themselves. Even Tim Jones got now and then a pleasant word, for Ethelyn had not forgotten the hundred extra votes.
Marian promised to do this, and Patty felt sure that she would be glad of the lists later on. Aunt Isabel and Ethelyn also came to say good-bye to Patty, but their demeanour was very different from Marian's.
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