h it all?)

And now listen to our proud Jack, with the clink of his own gold in his
own pocket.

"What did you say? A six by nine log hut, with a sheet-iron stove in one
corner and a cast-iron bedstead in another, and a board closet, and
a table and two chairs--and this, too, for a princess of quality and
station? Zounds, sirrah!--" (Holker Morris was the "Sirrah")--"I
didn't order anything of the kind. I ordered a bungalow all on one
floor--that's what I ordered--with a boudoir and two bedrooms, and
an extra one for my honored father-in-law, and still another for my
thrice-honored uncle, Mr. Peter Grayson, when he shall come to stay o'
nights; and porches front and back where my lady's hammock may be slung:
and a fireplace big enough to roll logs into as thick around as your
body and wide enough to warm every one all over; and a stable for my
lady's mare, with a stall for my saddle-horse. Out upon you, you Dago!"

Presto, what a change! Away went the completed roof of the modest cabin
and down tumbled the sides. More post-holes were dug; more trenches
excavated; more great oaks toppled over to be sliced into rafters,
joists and uprights; more shingles--two carloads; more brick; more
plaster; more everything, including nails, locks, hinges, sash;
bath-tubs--two; lead pipe, basins, kitchen range--and so the new
bungalow was begun.

Neither was there any time to be lost over the invitations. Miss
Felicia, we may be sure, prepared the list. It never bothered her head
whether the trip to Geneseo--and that, too, in the fall of the year,
when early snows were to be expected--might prevent any of the invited
guests from witnessing the glad ceremony. Those who loved Ruth she knew
would come even if they had to be accompanied by St. Bernard dogs with
kegs of brandy tied to their necks to get them across the glaciers,
including Uncle Peter, of course; as would also Ruth's dear grandmother,
who was just Miss Felicia's age, and MacFarlane's saintly sister Kate,
who had never taken off her widow's weeds since the war, and two of
her girl friends, with whom Ruth went to school, and who were to be her
bridesmaids.

Then there were those who might or might not struggle through the
drifts, if there happened to be any--the head of the house of Breen,
for instance, and Mrs. B., and lots and lots of people of whom Jack had
never heard, aunts and uncles and cousins by the dozens; and lots
and lots of people of whom Ruth had never hear