They had not intended to go so far. It had been their greatest pleasure for several weeks to think of "standing up" at a wedding; and they would neither of them have missed the honor on any account. But now, in their foolish strife, they had made it impossible to do the very thing they most desired to do. They had said the fatal words, and were both of them too proud to draw back. There was one comfort. "The wedding will be stopped," thought Dotty; "they can"t be married "thout Johnny and me."
The guests were all a.s.sembled. It was now time for the bridal train to go down stairs and have the ceremony performed. As the children left the chamber, uncertain what to do, but resolved that whichever "stood up,"
the other would sit down, Johnny seized a bottle of panacea which stood on the mantel, and wet the corner of Dotty"s handkerchief.
"There is some sirup worth having," said he; "stronger than yours. Rub it in your eyes, and see if it isn"t."
The boy did not mean what he said, or at any rate we will hope he did not; but Dotty, in her haste and agitation, obeyed him without stopping one moment to think.
Instantly the wedding was forgotten, the bouquet-holder, the anger, the disappointment, and everything else but the agony in her eyes. It was so dreadful that she could only scream, and spin round and round like a top.
A scene of confusion followed. The poor child was so frantic that her father was obliged to hold her by main force, while her mother tried to bathe her eyes with cold water. They were fearfully inflamed, and for a whole hour the wedding was delayed, while poor Dotty lay struggling in her father"s arms, or tore about the nursery like a wild creature.
Johnny was very sorry. He said he did not know what was in the bottle; he had sprinkled his cousin"s handkerchief in sport.
"She talks so much about her "nightly blue sirreup,"" said he to his mother, "that I thought I would tease her a little speck."
"I don"t know but you have put her eyes out," said his mother, severely.
"O, do you think so?" wailed Johnny. "O, don"t say so, mother!"
"I hope not, my child; but panacea is a very powerful thing. I don"t know precisely what is in it, but you have certainly tried a dangerous experiment."
"I didn"t mean to, mother; I"ll never do so again."
"That is what you always say," replied his mother, shaking her head; "and that is why I am so discouraged about you. Nothing seems to make any impression upon you. If you have really made your cousin blind for life I hope it will be a lesson to you."
While Mrs. Eastman talked, looking very stately in her velvet dress, Master Johnny was balancing himself on the hat-tree in the hall, as if he scarcely heard what she said; but, in spite of his disrespectful manner, he was really unhappy.
"I knew something would go wrong," continued Mrs. Eastman, "when it was first proposed that you and Dotty should stand up together, and I did not approve of the plan. What is the reason you two children must always be quarrelling?"
"She is the one that begins it," replied Johnny. "If I could have stood up with Prudy, there wouldn"t have been any fuss."
"With Prudy, indeed! I dare say you would be glad to do so now, you naughty boy. Your kind aunt Mary suggested it, but I told her, No. Since you have hurt Dotty so terribly, you cannot be groomsman."
"O, mother!"
"No, my son. She is unable to perform her part, and you must give up yours. Percy will take your place."
In spite of his manliness, Johnny dropped a few tears, which he brushed away with the back of his hand; but his mother, for once in her life, was firm.
I will not say that Johnny"s disappointment was not some consolation to Dotty, who lay on the sofa in the parlor with her eyes bandaged, while the wedding ceremony was performed. If Johnny had been one of the group, while her own poor little self was left out, necklace, slippers, and all, she would have thought it unjust.
As it was, it seemed hard enough. She was in total darkness, but her "mind made pictures while her eyes were shut." She could almost see how the bride and bridegroom looked, holding each other by the hand, with the tall Percy on one side, and the short Prudy on the other,--the dear Prudy, who was so sorry for her sister that she could not enjoy taking her place, though a fairer little bridesmaid than she made could hardly be found in the city.
The same clergyman officiated now who had married Mr. and Mrs. Parlin fifteen years before; and after he had married them over again, he made a speech which caused Dotty to cry a little under her handkerchief; or, if not the speech, it was the panacea that brought the tears--she did not know which.
He said he remembered just how Edward Parlin and Mary Read looked when they stood before him in the bloom of their youth, and promised to live together as husband and wife. They had seemed very happy then; but he thought they were happier now; he could read in their faces the history of fifteen beautiful years. He did not wonder the time had pa.s.sed very pleasantly, for they knew how to make each other happy; they had tried to do right, and they had three lovely children, who were blessings to them, and would be blessings to any parents.
It was here that Dotty felt the tears start.
"I"m not a blessing at all," thought she; "he doesn"t know anything about it, how I act, and had temper up stairs with Johnny! Johnny"s put my eyes out for it, and I"ll have to go to the "Sylum, I suppose. If I do, I shan"t be a blessing so much as I am now! To anybody ever!"
By and by aunt Eastman presented the bride with a bridal rose, which looked as nearly as possible like the one she had given her at the first wedding, and which grew from a slip of the same plant. Dotty could not see the rose, but she heard her aunt say she hoped to attend Mrs.
Parlin"s Golden Wedding.
"I shall be ever so old by that time," thought the little girl.
"Fifteen from fifty leaves--leaves--I don"t know what it leaves; but I shall be a blind old lady, and wear a cap. Perhaps G.o.d wants to make a very good woman of me, same as Emily, and that"s why he let Johnny put my eyes out."
Here some one came along and offered Miss Dimple a slice of wedding cake, which tasted just as delicious as if she could see it; then some one else put a gla.s.s of lemonade to her lips.
"Has my little girl a kiss for me?" said Mrs. Parlin, coming to the sofa as soon as she could break away from her guests.
The gentle "mother-touch" went to Dotty"s heart. She threw her arms about Mrs. Parlin"s neck, wrinkling her collar and tumbling her veil.
"Take care, my child," said Mr. Parlin, laughing; "do not crush the bride. Everybody has been coming up to salute her, and you must understand that she does you a great honor to go to you and _beg_ a kiss."
"It is just like you, though, mamma. You are so good to me, and so is everybody! No matter how naughty I am, and spoil weddings, they don"t say, "You hateful thing!""
"Would it make you a better child, do you think, Dotty, to be scolded when you do wrong?"
"Why, no, indeed, mamma. It"s all that makes me _not_ be the wickedest girl in this city, is "cause you are so good to me; I know it is."
Mrs. Parlin kissed the little mouth that said these sweet words.
"And now that I am blind, mamma, you are so kind, I s"pose you"ll feed me with a spoon."
"You will surely be taken care of, dear, as long as your eyes are in this state."
"But shan"t I be always blind?"
"No, indeed, child; you will be quite well in a day or two."
"O, I"m so glad, mamma. I was thinking I shouldn"t ever go to school, and should have to be sent to the "Sylum."
While Dotty was speaking, Johnny came up to the sofa, and, taking her hand, said, in a tone of real sorrow,--
"Look here, Dotty; I was a naughty boy; will you forgive me?"
As Johnny was not in the habit of begging pardon, and did it now of his own free will, Dotty was greatly astonished.
"Yes, Johnny," said she, "I forgive you all up. But then I don"t ever want you to put my eyes out again."
"I won"t, now, honest; see "f I do," replied Master Johnny, in a choked voice. "And you may have that bouquet-holder, to keep; mother said so."
"O, Johnny!"
"Yes; mother says we can call it a "peace offering." Let"s not quarrel any more, Dotty, just to see how "twill seem."
"What, never!" exclaimed Dotty, starting up on her elbow, and trying to look through her thick bandage at Johnny. "Never! Why, don"t you mean to come to my house any more, Johnny Eastman?"