They
were so like each other.
Then, Dot's mother had to renew her acquaintance
with May's mother; and May's mother always stood
on her gentility; and Dot's mother never stood on
anything but her active little feet. And old Dot -- so
to call Dot's father, I forgot it wasn't his right name,
but never mind -- took liberties, and shook hands at
first sight, and seemed to think a cap but so much
starch and muslin, and didn't defer himself at all to
the Indigo Trade, but said there was no help for it
now; and in Mrs. Fielding's summing up, was a good-
natured kind of man -- but coarse, my dear.
I woudn't have missed Dot, doing the honours in
her wedding-gown, my benison on her bright face! for
any money. No! nor the good Carrier, so jovial and
so ruddy, at the bottom of the table. Nor the brown,
fresh, sailor-fellow, and his handsome wife. Nor any
one among them. To have missed the dinner would
have been to miss as jolly and as stout a meal as
man need eat; and to have missed the overflowing
cups in which they drank The Wedding-Day, would
have been the greatest miss of all.
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