She locked the lace-clad arms about
his neck, on this memorable Christmas night and laid her cheek
against his. "Are you sure you want me, Bert?" she whispered.
They had not much altered their positions when Mrs. Venables came
back half an hour later, and a general time of kissing, crying and
laughing began.
Chapter Three
It was a happy time, untroubled by the thought of money that was
soon to be so important. Bert's various aunts and cousins sent him
checks, and Nancy's stepmother sent her all her own mother's linen
and silver, and odd pieces of mahogany on which the freight
charges were frightful, and laces and an oil portrait or two. The
trousseau was helped from all sides, every week had its miracle;
and the hats, and the embroidered whiteness, and the smart street
suit and the adorable kitchen ginghams accumulated as if by magic.
Bert's mother sent delightfully monogrammed bed and table-linen,
almost weekly. Nancy said it was preposterous for poor people to
start in with such priceless possessions!
Among the happy necessities of the time was the finding of a
proper apartment. Nancy and Bert spent delightful Saturdays and
Sundays wandering in quest of it; beginning half-seriously in
February, when it seemed far too early to consider this detail,
and continuing with augmented earnestness through the three
succeeding months.
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