She was not very strong.

Yes, Phil approved of her choice of names, but he said just as soon as she was old enough he intended to buy her a monkey and name it Dago, so that there would be one Patricia who was not afraid of such a pet.[1] FOOTNOTES: [1: See "The Story of Dago" for an account of Phil's and Stuart's childhood.] Mary, who had watched with keen interest the unwrapping of the dozens of beautiful wedding gifts at The Locusts, took a peculiar pleasure in looking around for them now, and recognizing them among the handsome furnishings of the different rooms.

Heretofore the Locusts had been her ideal of all that a home should be, but this far surpassed anything she had ever seen in luxurious fittings.
As the girls followed their hostess over the house, with admiring exclamations for each room, Mary thought with inward amusement of the cold shivers she had had, as she stood with the bridal party between the Rose-gate and the flower crowned altar, listening to the solemn vow: "I, Eugenia,--take thee, Stuart--for better, for worse--" There had been no worse.

It was all better, infinitely better, and the shivers had been entirely unnecessary.
Stuart came in presently, from a long round of professional visits.

The young doctor had nearly as large a practise as his father, and had been riding all afternoon.