The beautiful young bride was given away by her Uncle Gerrit.

The congratulations, the feast, and all went off with fitting decorum in the usual way.

The best proof of the excellence of our viands was that they were all speedily swept from mortal view, and every housewife wanted a recipe for something.
As the grand dinner was to come off the next day, our thoughts now turned in that direction.

The responsibility rested heavily on the heads of the chief actors, and they reported troubled dreams and unduly early rising.

Dear Belle Swift was up in season and her white soup stood serenely in a tin pan, on an upper shelf, before the town clock struck seven.