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Updated: May 3, 2025
"You can't expect Cupid to know the difference! He's sent me some nice things. Aren't there any more saints in the calendar who bring presents? What's the next red-letter day?" "Nothing till Shrove Tuesday, my dear, and by that time, I hope, you'll be downstairs again, and eating your pancakes with the rest of the family." Bamberton Ferry
Then, whoever would have imagined for a moment that the next year we would be celebrating in Berlin dinner at the Café Rheingold, with wine! The fourth anniversary was at Heidelberg one of the red-letter days, as I look back upon those magic years. We left home early, with our lunch, which we ate on a bed of dry leaves in a fairy birch forest back and a good ways up in the Odenwald.
He was my first chief, editor of the Birmingham Morning News, and had been my idol for years. My red-letter nights were when he came over to my native town of West Bromwich to lecture for the Young Men's Christian Association there on Tennyson, 'Vanity Fair, Oliver Goldsmith, and kindred themes.
The young housekeepers have reached the stage of efficiency when they may prepare a meal for a distinguished guest. A red-letter day in the history of the cottage came when a warm-hearted and much-beloved trustee of the institution expressed a wish to dine with the girls during one of his visits to the institution.
To understand what I mean you have only got to get rid of your legs and keep your heart and nerves and memories, and live in a little country town. Yes, my visits to London are red-letter days. To get there with any enjoyment to myself involves such a fussification, and such an unauthorised claim on the services of other people, that my visits are few and far between.
In consequence, the trio had made countless holiday plans which they purposed to carry out. All in all, it was a red-letter three weeks for the three Wellington girls. Jane found New York a vastly different city when peopled by those dear to her. During her brief shopping trip there the previous winter she had not liked New York.
They were in no sense diaries, nor could they be called scrap-books. They had, rather, been compiled with an eye to certain red-letter events and their bulkiness had been enhanced by the insertion between the leaves of various objects not intended for such limited space.
That letter brought great delight to Mrs. Aylmer. It was indeed what she considered a red-letter day to her when it arrived, for by parcel post that very same day there came a large packet for her from Bertha Keys, sent straight from Aylmer's Court.
She had seen Hollis Tisdale but once, yet his coming and going had marked the red-letter day of her life. Her heart championed Banks' fight for him. She turned her dark eyes from him to Daniels. "It's too bad you tried to tell Hollis Tisdale's story for him," she said. "Even if the magazine had got it all straight, it wouldn't have been the same as getting it first hand.
"Quite right; so he did," replied the doctor. "And you believe the old prophecy now?" triumphantly. The doctor laughed. "I can hardly say that," he answered. "It has just happened so, that's all." The doctor had persuaded Mr. Davidson to wait until Marjory's birthday before making himself known to her, in order that the day might be a red-letter one in her life.
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