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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
THE WEDDING PRESENTS
Oh, deaf"! I would give anything
if I had not given ip4o Dick's mother
and had a church wedding and a re
ception at her house. My being with
out immediate relatives and having
no settled home would have made a
quiet wedding in much better taste.
And" now, as an aftermath, Dick's
sister wishing to be of use to me
took all the cards off my silver and
sent the big pieces to the safety de
posit Many of these cards say, "With
all good wishes," and I don't know
whether the giver made me a present
of a silver pickle fork or Sheffield
I don't know what I am going, to
do when I write my letters of thanks.
I began them last night and Dick
raised "a rumpus right," because
Mollie did not have sense enough to
put on the cards description of the
Mollie cried and said, "I just wish
you had never got married," and
Dick's mother said, "If I had known
we were going to have so much trou
ble with this wedding I would never
have consented to having this recep
tion and presents here."
I know I looked rather blank, and
Dick came to the rescue by saying,
"I like that!
"It was you, mother dear, who in
sisted upon making those arrange
ments. Madge did not want any hul
lobaloo at all, and it was asinine in
Molly to take those cards off the
presents without looking to see if
they had anything on them that
would tell us who se'nt what."
"Mother" got up and went out,df
the room, looking very much hurt. I
was for going after her, but Dick
"No, if you do, she will talk a lot.
Let's get at the work of writing the
necessary gratitude as quickly as we
"Great Scott, Madge, do you mean
to tell me you like this?" he asked,?
as he held at arms' length an ex-1
quisitely colored etching.
"Yes, dear," I answered. "That
beautiful old English print is one of
the gifts for which I am most thank
ful." "Well, I am glad you like it. It's
not what I would choose."
After looking over Dick's mother's
house I am not so surprised at his
lack of taste. Everything looks as
though it cost money, but everything
looks as inartistic as possible.
The whole house is cluttered up
with bric-a-brac, gilt chairs and ugly
oil paintings. I don't know what I
will do when I come to furnish my
house. I will never be happy if I have
to use the things which I know Dick's
mother intends to buy for me.
" "I am glad that some of our friends
did not mark the silver they sent us,"
I said. "We can take back four dozen
of these salad forks and buy soup and
"Funny how-no one sent us any
teaspoons," said Dick.
"And they sent us five dozen salad
forks," I explained. "You know ev
erybody ate chicken salad at all our
parties. Perhaps that gave them the
"I never want any more chicken
salad as long as I live," said Dick.
Then and there I registered a vow
to make variety the spice of my table
when I went to keeping house.
We managed to write about 75 let
ters of thanks last night and I think
I can finish the remainder myself.
I am going to take backvthree of
my cutglass bowls-, four of my cut
glass water caraffs, four coffee per
colators and sundry other things
which I find came from a large de
partment store and exchange them
for a rug.
Dick says some one will sure be ans
gry about it, but we need rugs mor$