"They got married at her Aunt Jess and Uncle Purv's house, up in Chicago, last Thursday.

Yes, sir; that quiet little Milla's a regular old married woman by this time, I expect, Ramsey!" When he got over the shock, which was not until the next day, one predominating feeling remained: it was a gloomy pride--a pride in his proven maturity.

He was old enough, it appeared, to have been the same thing as engaged to a person who was now a Married Woman.

His manner thenceforth showed an added trace of seriousness and self-consideration.
Having recovered his equipoise and something more, he entirely forgot that moment of humble admiration he had felt for Dora Yocum on the day of his flattest prostration.

When he saw her sitting in the classroom, smiling brightly up at the teacher, the morning of the school's opening in the autumn, all his humility had long since vanished and she appeared to him not otherwise than as the scholar whose complete proficiency had always been so irksome to him.
"Look at her!" he muttered to himself.