One curious-looking box, however, smelling of sandalwood and dried
cinnamon, and which arrived the day the ceremony took place, is
worthy of recall, because of the universal interest which it
excited. It was marked "Fragile" on the outside, and was packed
with extraordinary care. Miss Felicia superintended the unrolling
and led the chorus of "Oh, how lovely!" herself, when an Imari
jar, with carved teakwood stand, was brought to light. So
exquisite was it in glaze, form, and color that for a moment no
one thought of the donor. Then their curiosity got the better of
them and they began to search through the wrappings for the card.
It wasn't in the box; it wasn't hidden in the final bag; it
wasn't--here a bright thought now flashed through the dear lady's
brain--down went her shapely hand into the depths of the tall jar,
and up came an envelope bearing Ruth's name and enclosing a card
which made the grande dame catch her breath.
"Mr. Isaac Cohen! What--the little tailor!" she gasped out. "The
Jew! Well, upon my word--did you ever hear of such impudence!"
Isaac would have laughed the harder could he have seen her face.
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