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POMONA TAKES A BRIDAL TRIP.
Our life at Rudder Grange seemed to be in no way materially changed by my becoming a vestryman.

The cow gave about as much milk as before, and the hens laid the usual number of eggs.

Euphemia went to church with a little more of an air, perhaps, but as the wardens were never absent, and I was never, therefore, called upon to assist in taking up the collection, her sense of my position was not inordinately manifested.
For a year or two, indeed, there was no radical change in anything about Rudder Grange, except in Pomona.

In her there was a change.