end trips; you can't go visiting over night, you can't even go for a
day's drive or a day on the beach, without extra clothes for the baby,
a mosquito-net and an umbrella for the baby--milk packed in ice for
the baby--somebody trying to get the baby to take his nap--it's awful!
It would end our Baltimore plan, and that means New York, and New York
means everything to Harry and me!" finished Julie, contentedly,
flattening a finished bit of embroidery on her knee, and regarding
it complacently.

"Well, I think you're right," Margaret approved. "Things are different
now from what they were in Mother's day."

"And look at Mother," Julie said. "One long slavery! Life's too short
to wear yourself out that way!"

Mrs. Paget's sunny cheerfulness was sadly shaken when the actual
moment of parting with the exquisite, rose-hatted, gray-frocked Julie
came; her face worked pitifully in its effort to smile; her tall
figure, awkward in an ill-made unbecoming new silk, seemed to droop
tenderly over the little clinging wife. Margaret, stirred by the sight
of tears on her mother's face, stood with an arm about her, when the
bride and groom drove away in the afternoon sunshine.

"I'm going to stay with you until she gets back!" she reminded
her mother.

"And you know you've always said you wanted the girls to marry,
Mother," urged Mr. Paget. Rebecca felt this a felicitous moment to ask
if she and the boys could have the rest of the ice-cream.