I didn’t know what he meant then; I do now.

The marrying was done about eight o’clock and done with all the trimmings.  All hands manned the yards in the best parlor, and Peter and Belle was hitched.  Then they went away in a swell turnout—­not like the derelict hacks we’d seen stranded by the Cashmere depot—­and Jonadab pretty nigh took the driver’s larboard ear off with a shoe Phil gave him to heave after ’em.

After the wedding the folks was sitting under the palms and bushes that was growing in tubs all over the house, and the stewards—­ there was enough of ’em to man a four-master—­was carting ’round punch and frozen victuals.  Everybody was togged up till Jonadab and me, in our new cutaways, felt like a couple of moulting blackbirds at a blue-jay camp-meeting.  Ebenezer was so busy, flying ’round like a pullet with its head off, that he’d hardly spoke to us sence we landed, but Phil scarcely ever left us, so we wa’n’t lonesome.  Pretty soon he comes back from a beat into the next room, and he says: 

“There’s a lady here that’s just dying to know you gentlemen.  Her name’s Granby.  Tell her all about the Cape; she’ll like it.  And, by the way, my dear feller,” he whispers to Jonadab “if you want to please her—­er—­mightily, congratulate her upon her boy’s success in the laundry business.  You understand,” he says, winking; “only son and self-made man, don’t you know.”

Mrs. Granby was roosting all by herself on a sofy in the parlor.  She was fleshy, but terrible stiff and proud, and when she moved the diamonds on her shook till her head and neck looked like one of them “set pieces” at the Fourth of July fireworks.  She was deef, too, and used an ear-trumpet pretty nigh as big as a steamer’s ventilator.

Maybe she was “dying to know us,” but she didn’t have a fit trying to show it.  Me and Jonadab felt we’d ought to be sociable, and so we set, one on each side of her on the sofy, and bellered:  “How d’ye do?” and “Fine day, ain’t it?” into that ear-trumpet.  She didn’t say much, but she’d couple on the trumpet and turn to whichever one of us had hailed, heeling over to that side as if her ballast had shifted.  She acted to me kind of uneasy, but everybody that come into that parlor—­and they kept piling in all the time—­ looked more’n middling joyful.  They kept pretty quiet, too, so that every yell we let out echoed, as you might say, all ’round.  I begun to git shaky at the knees, as if I was preaching to a big congregation.

After a spell, Jonadab not being able to think of anything more to say, and remembering Phil’s orders, leans over and whoops into the trumpet.

“I’m real glad your son done so well with his laundry,” he says.

Well, sir, Phil had give us to understand that them congratulations would make a hit, and they done it.  The women ’round the room turned red and some of ’em covered their mouths with their handkerchiefs.  The men looked glad and set up and took notice.  Ebenezer wa’n’t in the room—­which was a mercy—­but your old mess-mate, Catesby-Stuart, looked solemn as ever and never turned a hair.