"'Well,' says he, 'the doctor can't get this before to-morrow
mornin', an' even if he answers right away, we won't get our order
to go out until the next day. So we'll jus' have to grin an' bear
it for a day an' a half.'
"'This is a lively old bridal-trip,' said I,--'dry falls an' a
lunertic asylum.'
"'We'll try to make the rest of it better,' said he.
"But the next day wasn't no better. We staid in our room all day,
for we didn't care to meet Mrs. Jackson an' her crazy brother, an'
I'm sure we didn't want to see the mean creatures who kept the
house. We knew well enough that they only wanted us to stay so
that they could get more board-money out of us."
"I should have broken out," cried Euphemia. "I would never have
staid an hour in that place, after I found out what it was,
especially on a bridal trip."
"If we'd done that," said Pomona, "they'd have got men after us,
an' then everybody would have thought we was real crazy. We made
up our minds to wait for the doctor's letter, but it wasn't much
fun. An' I didn't tell no romantic stories to fill up the time.
We sat down an' behaved like the commonest kind o' people. You
never saw anybody sicker of romantics than I was when I thought of
them two loons that called themselves Mrs. Andrew Jackson and
General Tom Thumb. I dropped Miguel altogether, an' he dropped
Jiguel, which was a relief to me, an' I took strong to Jonas, even
callin' him Jone, which I consider a good deal uglier an' commoner
even than Jonas.
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