"Oh, Lovely Day! Oh, Day of Shining Hours!" Christabel wrote in her Secret Journal. "For this day My Man and I came home to
Our house
And the sun shone, and the winds blew, and the very sparrows in the gutter put on a glory.
"Curtis carried me in over the doorstep, according to the old Gaelic custom of Bringing Home the Bride"
She paused, remembering how embarrassed Curtis had been, with Smedley opening the door, and Bates following with their bags. He had carried her in, as she suggested—he, dear boy, had never heard of the old custom—but his face had been scarlet. It had hurt her deeply that he could care, at such a time, for what servants might be thinking, but now she could smile as she sighed. That was the very fabric of a woman's love for a man—under-
