I want to tell you about our nurse's wedding, and I want you to put
my letter in your dear little paper; but before I begin I must tell
you that we live away out in the country in Alabama. We moved here
from Augusta two years ago. Papa has an iron furnace here. There
are about two hundred cabins all around the furnace. Our house is
called the "Big House"; it stands off by itself.
Well, when Cinda (that is nurse's name) told mamma she was going to
be married, mamma gave her lots of nice things for a wedding
supper, and told Cinda she could be married on our big piazza.
Cinda was so happy, and was not cross a bit that day, and when she
bathed us did not get a bit of soap in our eyes.
Cinda is nearly forty years old, and mamma says her name is most
appropriate (for she is as black as a cinder). Her husband "to be"
was ten years younger than she, but he did not seem to mind that,
for he had been begging Cinda a long time to marry him. When the
hour came, mamma and some lady visitors went to the piazza. The
friends of the bride and groom were there too. Then Cinda and
Albert came on the piazza.
Cinda wore a black cashmere dress and white gloves, and flowers in
her hair and at her neck. We children thought she looked so nicely.
When Mr. W---- asked Albert if he took Cinda to be his wife, and
would protect and support her, Albert just hollered out, "You bet I
will, boss"; and then Mr. W---- said they were "man and wife." Then
they went to one of the cabins, and had their supper and a nice
time.