Eleanor H. Porter

“ But then May had been away a good many nights during the last four years. That might have made some difference.
It was a very pretty wedding. Most weddings are. It would be a sorry thing, indeed, that could take away all the beauty of a wedding: beauty with its charm of youth, lights, flowers, music, radiant faces, and holiday garments. Miss Mabel Billings, in her white satin and tulle, was a picture of loveliness, and her shy embarrassment rendered her all the more appealing. Gordon was a handsome and a beatifically happy-looking bridegroom. ”

“ He's always been perfectly well and strong, and he does n't know how to be sick. He is n't sick now."
"Is it more than just the broken arm?"
"Nothing serious. Only a few cuts and scratches. His head is still tied up—with plasters. But his arm—it was a bad break. The doctor says it will be weeks now before he can use it. He can't play, you know, and always before he's been able to vent his feelings on the violin—just as you do on the piano.—Your sister said you did." Mrs. Kendall smiled faintly.
"Yes, I know," smiled Sister Sue in her turn. "But, Mrs. Kendall, he will be all right, in time?" ”

“ It was just as well, though, perhaps, that Donald Kendall went when he did, so far as concerned any further benefit from Sister Sue's ministrations, for after the Kents came, Sister Sue had little time that she could call her own. Martia was a very exacting child. She "took" to Sister Sue at once, and May said she was so glad, for she herself needed a rest, and she could take a real rest, she declared, whenever Sister Sue had the baby, for then she did n't worry at all. ”