Sabine Baring-Gould

“ We needn’t have a carriage. Think, Moth. It won’t cost less than a pound.’
‘A carriage and pair,’ said Jessie. ‘I’ll be taken to church in a carriage, and from church in a carriage, and in a carriage with a pair we will go on our honeymoon.’
‘I don’t think we can go anywhere,’ said Dicky; ‘it will come expensive.’
‘We must go and do all in style, so as to let those fellows see that we have money to spend as well as they.’
‘But I have not the money, Moth.’
‘Then you must borrow it. A carriage and pair, and white favours, and a honeymoon I will have’—she stamped impatiently. ”

“ I want a stylish wedding, and I take you for the sake of the wedding, and to make these men open their eyes.’
Moth Mullein carried her point. She was poor, she had nothing but her father’s furniture, and Dicky was poor, except in prospect of a good wage for tending to the woods. He had no money laid by, but Jessie would listen to no excuses. To satisfy her Dick had to borrow money, to borrow the carriage and horses of the host of the ‘Blue Boar,’ with promise to pay when he could. ”

“ Her sobs ceased at last.
‘Now them hickups is over, said he, ‘suppose you stand up, Moth, and give me your arm, and——Lord! Moth, never another word, there’ll be no sale, you ain’t going to leave the cottage. You unpack whatever you have put away, and we’ll be married. Why, I put it to you. If you was to leave this part of the country, the moths and the caterpillars and the butterflies and the grubs of every description would multiply to that enormous extent, that the plagues of Egypt would be child’s play to the state of Greenhythe. ”