"Everything will have to be cleaned up and put away." Peg Bowen paid us a call the next day and was regaled with a feast of fat things left over from the supper.
"Well, I've had all I can eat," she said, when she had finished and brought out her pipe.

"And that doesn't happen to me every day.

There ain't been as much marrying as there used to be, and half the time they just sneak off to the minister, as if they were ashamed of it, and get married without any wedding or supper.

That ain't the King way, though.
And so Olivia's gone off at last.

She weren't in any hurry but they tell me she's done well.