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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MY REAL WEDDING SUPPER
CHAPTER VI.
I was so very tired that I think I
must have slept a little on the train,
for the last I seemed to think ahout
was Uncle Dick's awful china until
Dick said: "Here we are, Madge,"
and I, not more than half awake,
stumbled out into the dark df the lit
tle town. Dick put me into a car
riage and got in himself and then for
the first time since we were married
he took me in his arms.
"I couldn't kiss you before all that
' mob," he said, "and I tell you this is
the worst day I ever spent, dearheart,
but thank God it's over now and we
are away from the whole crowd.
When we get up to the hotel well
have something to eat. I am so tired
of chicken salad and ice cream. Nice
sort of thing for real people to eat,
aren't they?"
My conscience rather hurt me, for
I am particularly fond of chicken
salad and had ordered it often when
Dick and I had been out together:
But even I had been surfeited with
sweets and salads in the days before
the wedding when we were enter
tamed by his friends and mine.
After the boy had left, Dick held
out his arms to me and I rushed into
them. For a moment neither of us
spoke and then Dick tipped my chin
up and, with that dear one-sided
smile, said: '
"Welcome to our city, Airs. Rich
ard WaVerly."
"Is that the way you wrote it on
the register?" I asked.
"No, I put it 'Richard Waverly and
wife.' "
"What's'the matter?" he asked as
I did not say anything.
"Oh, Dickr I don't like 'and wife.' "
"But you are my wife, aren't you?"
"Y-e-s but I think it looks so
much better on the hotel register to
write 'Mrs. Richard Waverly.' Yotu
say 'and maid or chauffeur.' "
"Oh, no, I don't," said Dick, with
a grin. "I never say 'and maid' or
'and chauffeur.' Whom do you think
you have married, Margie one of
the Standard Oil crowd?"
"You know, dear, I don't mean it
that way, but 'Mr. and Mrs. Waverly
is the best usage."
"All right, Mrs. Schoolteacher, I'll
write it that way in the future. Now
let's get a boy up here and have
some supper sent up. We'll have a
real time all by ourselves. You can
take off your traveling suit and get
into something 'comfy' and I'll get
my slippers and jacket out of the
bag."
I started into the other room, but
Dick called me back, for the boy had
brought up the card.
"What do you want to eat? Order
anything you like, dear," said Dick
as he got out his pencil, and then be
fore I had looked over the menu he
exclaimed:
"Let's have a beefsteak."
I laughed.
"What's wrong about that?" he
asked so quickly that I was sure my
criticism of the way he had registered
had touched him.
Then, womanlike, I said: "I laugh
ed, dear boy, because beefsteak was
just what I was going to order."
To you, little journal, I may as well
confess it was a TEENY BIT OF A
STORY, for I laughed because I saw
the funny side of some one saying,
"Order anything you like, dearest.
Let's have a beefsteak!"
However, beefsteak and French
friend potatoes, stuffed tomatoes, as
paragus, apple pie and coffee was
what Dick ordered without any more
suggestions from me and I ate my
share of it.
I had put on my pale blue crepe
negligee and tied a broad bluS ribbon
about my red hair. I was even vain
enough to change my hose to those
of pale blue silk and thrust my feet
into satin mules I was amply repaid
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