So
she arranged shopping tours, made engagements with dressmakers and
milliners, and matched silk and lace with the greatest gusto, Sara being
occasionally allowed a word in the matter.
Sometimes the latter attempted a remonstrance.
"But, Mrs. Macon," she whispered once, in alarm, "aren't you ordering
more than I need of that silk? I'm afraid"--
"Now, my dear, I'm not going to have your dress spoiled for the lack of
a yard or two. It's all fixed, and the clerk understands--and see here,
don't be buying thread and linings, and such things--I've more than
enough at home, so don't let's clutter ourselves with useless articles."
It was of no use to remonstrate--Marian Macon always had her way--and,
if Sara would have honestly preferred a less expensive outfit, entirely
of her own purchasing, she felt that it was little enough to do to
sacrifice her well-loved independence to the generous whims of so kind
and true a friend.
Miss Prue's answer to Sara's letter, announcing her engagement, was
prompt and characteristic. She wished her every happiness, and was
enthusiastic over Molly's good-fortune, but she could not help one
little outburst.
"I did think you loved the sea, and your own people, too well to leave
us forever--but I see it is not so--and I must say you've turned all my
plans topsy-turvy! But perhaps, if you'll come down, and talk it over
with me, I can bring myself to forgive you.
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