"We live in New York, now. I wish
we had never known Dogtown--only common people marry in that way in New
York. Never bring Dogtown into the house again, my darling."
"Have it all your own way, my dear," Chapman would conclude, knowing
there was nothing for him to do but surrender submissively.
St. Paul's Church was to be decorated with flowers, for the young people
were to be married there, surrounded by gay and admiring friends, who
were to make the picture bright and sunny with their smiles and
congratulations. And there was to be a grand reception and a sumptuous
supper at the house; and the happiness of bride and bridegroom was to be
drunk in sparkling wine; and music and dancing was to animate the soul
and add charms to their joy-dream.
Mrs. Chapman, I may add here, had a great weakness for distinctions. She
had cards printed in gold, in blue, and in red. Such as received cards
printed in gold were to consider themselves particularly honored. In
short, she divided her guests into three classes--select friends,
friends, and acquaintances, and sent them cards accordingly.
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