And that was at the wedding.
I remember that wedding as if it were yesterday.

I can see now, with Mary Marie's manuscript before me, why it made so great an impression upon me.

It was a very quiet wedding, of course--just the members of the family present.

But I shall never forget the fine, sweet loveliness of Mother's face, nor the splendid strength and tenderness of Father's.

And the way he drew her into his arms and kissed her, after it was all over--well, I remember distinctly that even Aunt Hattie choked up and had to turn her back to wipe her eyes.
They went away at once, first to New York for a day or two, then to Andersonville, to prepare for the real wedding trip to the other side of the world.