It was then the girls sang their best, and the young men said soft nothings, and hearts beat a little more quickly than ordinary, and in short the mischievous, teasing, fascinating god of love was abroad.
In preparation for these August days Perry the draper did a roaring trade, for all the Northbury girls had fresh ribbons put on their sailor hats, and fresh frills in their blue serge dresses, and their tan leather gloves had to be neat and new, and their walking shoes trim and whole, for the entire little world would be abroad all day and half the night, in company with the harvest moon and the glittering golden waves, and all the other gay, bright things of summer.
This was therefore just the most fitting season for Captain Bertram to come back to Northbury, on wooing intent.

More than one girl in the place rejoiced at his arrival, and Mrs.Bertram so far relaxed her rigid hold over Catherine and Mabel as to allow them to partake, in company with their brother and Beatrice Meadowsweet, of a certain portion of the general merry-making.
Northbury was a remarkably light-hearted little place, but it never had entered into quite so gay a season as this memorable August when Captain Bertram came to woo.
It somehow got into the air that this gay young officer had taken his leave for the express purpose of getting himself a wife.

Nobody quite knew how the little gossiping whisper arose, but arise it did, and great was the commotion put into the atmosphere, and severe the flutterings it caused to arise in more than one gentle girl heart.
Catherine and Mabel Bertram were in the highest possible spirits during this same month of August.

Their mother seemed well once more, well, and gay, and happy.

The hard rule of economy, always a depressing _regime_, had also for the time disappeared.