Mrs. Zelotes Brewster had considered that her son Andrew was marrying immeasurably beneath him when he married Fanny Loud, of Loudville.  Loudville was a humble, an almost disreputably humble, suburb of the little provincial city.  The Louds from whom the locality took its name were never held in much repute, being considered of a stratum decidedly below the ordinary social one of the city.  When Andrew told his mother that he was to marry a Loud, she declared that she would not go to his wedding, nor receive the girl at her house, and she kept her word.  When one day Andrew brought his sweetheart to his home to call, trusting to her pretty face and graceful though rather sharp manner to win his mother’s heart, he found her intrenched in the kitchen, and absolutely indifferent to the charms of his Fanny in her stylish, albeit somewhat tawdry, finery, though she had peeped to good purpose from her parlor window, which commanded the road, before she fled kitchenward.

Mrs. Zelotes was beating eggs with as firm an impetus as if she were heaving up earth-works to strengthen her own pride when her son thrust his timid face into the kitchen.  “Mother, Fanny’s in the parlor,” he said, beseechingly.

“Let her set there, then, if she wants to,” said his mother, and that was all she would say.

Very soon Fanny went home on her lover’s arm, freeing her mind with no uncertain voice on the way, though she was on the public road, and within hearing of sharp ears in open windows.  Fanny had a pride as fierce as Mrs. Zelotes Brewster’s, though it was not so well sustained, and she would then and there have refused to marry Andrew had she not loved him with all her passionate and ill-regulated heart.  But she never forgave her mother-in-law for the slight she had put upon her that day, and the slights which she put upon her later.  She would have refused to live next door to Mrs. Zelotes had not Andrew owned the land and been in a measure forced to build there.  Every time she had flaunted out of her new house-door in her wedding finery she had an uncomfortable feeling of defiance under a fire of hostile eyes in the next house.  She kept her own windows upon that side as clear and bright as diamonds, and her curtains in the stiffest, snowy slants, lest her terrible mother-in-law should have occasion to impeach her housekeeping, she being a notable housewife.  The habits of the Louds of Loudville were considered shiftless in the extreme, and poor Fanny had heard an insinuation of Mrs. Zelotes to that effect.

The elder Mrs. Brewster’s knowledge of her son’s house and his wife was limited to the view from her west windows, but there was half-truce when little Ellen was born.  Mrs. Brewster, who considered that no woman could be obtained with such a fine knowledge of nursing as she possessed, and who had, moreover, a regard for her poor boy’s pocket-book, appeared for the first time in his doorway, and opened her heart to her son’s child, if not to his wife, whom she began to tolerate.