Nancy had a new yellow organdy made “almost to touch,” and a twist of yellow ribbon in her hair.  Kathleen and Julia were in the white dresses brought them by Cousin Ann, and Mrs. Carey wore her new black silk, made with a sweeping little train.  Her wedding necklace of seed pearls was around her neck, and a tall comb of tortoise shell and pearls rose from the low-coiled knot of her shining hair.

The family “received” in the old carriage house, and when everybody had assembled, to the number of seventy-five or eighty, the door into the barn was thrown open majestically by Gilbert, in his character as head of the house of Carey.  Words fail to describe the impression made by the barn as it was introduced to the company, Nancy’s debut sinking into positive insignificance beside it.

Dozens of brown japanned candle-lanterns hung from the beamed ceiling, dispensing little twinkles of light here and there, while larger ones swung from harness pegs driven into the sides of the walls.  The soft gray-brown of the old weathered lumber everywhere, made a lovely background for the birch-bark brackets, and the white birch-bark vases that were filled with early golden-rod, mixed with tall Queen Anne’s lace and golden glow.  The quaint settles surrounding the sides of the room were speedily filled by the admiring guests.  Colonel Wheeler’s tiny upright piano graced the platform in the “tie up.”  Miss Susie Bennett, the church organist, was to play it, aided now and then by Mrs. Carey or Julia.  Osh Popham was to take turns on the violin with a cousin from Warren’s Mills, who was reported to be the master fiddler of the county.

When all was ready Mrs. Carey stood between the master fiddler and Susie Bennett, and there was a sudden hush in the room.  “Friends and neighbors,” she said, “we now declare the Hall of Happy Hours open for the general good of the village.  If it had not been for the generosity of our landlord, Mr. Lemuel Hamilton, we could never have given you this pleasure, and had not our helpers been so many, we could never have made the place so beautiful.  Before the general dancing begins there will be a double quadrille of honor, in which all those will take part who have driven a nail, papered or painted a wall, dug a spadeful of earth, or done any work in or about the Yellow House.”

“Three cheers for Mrs. Carey!” called Bill Harmon, and everybody complied lustily.

“Three cheers for Lemuel Hamilton!” and the rafters of the barn rang with the response.

Just then the Admiral changed his position to conceal the moisture that was beginning to gather in his eyes; and the sight of a personage so unspeakably magnificent in a naval uniform induced Osh Popham to cry spontaneously:  “Three cheers for the Admiral!  I don’t know what he ever done, but he looks as if he could, all right!” at which everybody cheered and roared, and the Admiral to his great surprise made a speech, during which the telltale tears appeared so often in his eyes and in his voice, that Osh Popham concluded privately that if the naval hero ever did meet an opposing battleship he would be likelier to drown the enemy than fire into them!