She was very unhappy at the loss of her sister, and had an odd little
conversation with Babie, who showed her to her room, while the rest
of the world made much of the bride.
"Ellie, the finery and flummery is to be done in Aunt Ellen's
dressing-room," explained Babie; "but Essie is to sleep here with you
to-night."
Poor Ellie! her lip quivered at the thought that it was for the last
time, and she said, bluntly—-
"I didn't want to have come! I hate it all!"
"It can't be helped," said Barbara.
"I can't think how you and Aunt Carey could give in to it!"
"It was the real article, and no mistake," said Babie.
"Yes; she is as silly about him as possible. A mere fine gentleman!
Poor Bobus has more stuff in him than a dozen of him!"
"He is a real, honest, good fellow," said Babie. "I'm sorry for
Bobus, but I've known Cecil almost all my life, and I can't have him
abused. I do really believe that Essie will be happier with a
simple-hearted fellow like him, than with a clever man like Bobus,
who has places in his mind she could never reach up to, and lucky for
her too," half whispered Babie at the end.
"I thought you would have cared more for your own brother."
"Remember, they all said it would have been wrong. Besides, Cecil
has been always like my brother.
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