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taylortruther · 2 years
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taylor changing the date in a cover of a song cause its important to her relationship (something personal) is no way an easter egg if thats what the anon is implying 😭
exactly!!!
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angelsdevils · 3 years
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Izuki Shun x Reader
Title: Puns and Love Fluff No Warning
When Izuki met you, it was at his teammates house. Kagami was having a small get together for people to meet you since you were the new transfer student. You were a year older than Kagami, and he saw you as a sister. You both took care of each other, especially now that you both would be living together.
Izuki had a small crush on you just by looking at you but when Kagami said you and Izuki would be a match made in heaven, you corrected him.
“Don’t you mean a match-a made in heaven.” Everyone dead panned and Kagami face palmed. You blushed realizing what you said.
“Don’t start with the puns (Y/N) we already have someone for that. They aren’t even funny either.” Kagami groaned, Izuki though had hearts in his eyes. 
“Uh (L/N) san are you from Starbucks? Because I like you a latte..” He said and everyone began to groan. You giggled at this and decided to play along. 
“This may sound cheesy, but I think you are really grate!” He smiled widely and quickly thought of another.
“If you were a fruit you would be a fine-apple.”
“Oh my god, they are perfect for each other but bad for us.” Riko sighed softly.
“If you were a vegetable you would be a cute cumber.”
“Are you a hen? Because you are eggsactly what I am looking for.” You grinned deciding to roll off what he just said.
“I consider myself an egg because I am looking to get laid.” You said and he blushed ten shades redder. Kagami and everyone else’s mouths dropped.
“Uh… uhm…I think we are mint to be.” He was trying to recover but didn’t want to stop with the puns.
“Please make them stop.” Hyuga said sighing softly.
“Are you a keyboard, because you are just my type.” You giggled softly and he scooted closer to you.
“Can you call a life guard? Because I am drowning in your eyes,” he said holding your hand.
“I don’t think they are gonna stop anytime soon.” Kogenai said.
“I am curious how far this will go,” Kuroko stated.
“Honestly, me too,” Riko grinned.
“If I was a cat I would spend all nine lives with you,” you had a small blush on your cheeks after saying it.
“Are you a triangle, I think you are acutie.”
“You are killing me Izuki…”
“I can’t do jail time.”
“You can just do time with me.”
“Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?”
“You know what’s on the menu? Me n U.” He snorted slightly and causing you to laugh. 
“Excuse me I am really attracted to you, and according to Newton’s Law of Gravitation, you are attracted to me to.” You both were smiling widely, and Kagami face palmed.
“I think we are the perfect pear.”
“The s’more I know you, the s’more I love you.” 
“Don’t go bacon my heart.”
“You got a peach of my heart.”
“I think you ate barbecute.”
“Olive you.”
The puns continued until everyone ended up leaving or going to sleep. It was just you two now and you both ran out of random puns temporarily.
“I didn’t think I would meet someone that enjoyed puns as much as me.” He admitted as you both ended up relaxing on the couch. 
“Me either, lets avocuddle.” You grinned and he laughed wrapping his arms around you. You leaned your head on his chest, even though you both met and spent hours telling each other puns, you felt you knew each other even longer.
“I knew you were a truffle when you walked in.” 
“Izuki, we can stop now.” You giggled slightly but he didn’t.
“Did you want a Hershey kiss?”
“Sure..” You heard a wrapper and looked up to see a Hershey kiss between his lips and he leaned down to kiss you.” You blushed a bright red, and gripped his shirt. He then parted leaning his forehead against yours as you both ate the Hershey. 
“I love you very mochi,” You said and he smiled and nuzzled your nose. 
“You make Miso happy.” 
“Will you two shut up!” Kagami yelled from the room, and you both burst out laughing.
“Okay we should really stop,” You whispered and he nodded his head. 
“Will you go out with me?” He whispered back and you nodded.
“Yes, you are a keyper. Okay I am really done now,” You couldn’t help it, and he grinned.
© [@angelsdevils] all rights reserved. none of my posts or stories should be modified, reposted etc. I do not own the character, but I own the plots to these stories.
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sunflowerhae · 4 years
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•••UNNIE LINE!•••
The 🍑 family has been an active shithole for two months now, and in honor I feel I should give a lil list for you all to show how superior we are.
THe peach family inside jokes•
Eggsactly
(Old) do u listen to girl in red?
Sexy waffles 🧇
TMI
✨t h i s F o r m a t o f t e x t i n g✨
Divorce court: always threatened never actually happens (somewhere in a corner in a dark room of a BDSM warehouse @earth-to-that-asian is crying)
M*n🤢
Sisterhood of the traveling gc (tumblr, discord, Instagram: choose ur fighter)
And there’s like twenty more that I can’t think of rn
Anyway I love all of u, and I have updated opinions of all of u so listen closely
Also this is 1/2 bc I have too many photos to make this one post ✨🌱
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Abi • @earth-to-that-asian
Abi u will always be my mother, this is no surprise. I love u literally sm😔 and I’m so happy we got closer this past month, ur like the first person I go to w hot gossip abt **a** (if u genuinely dk who that is then ask me I’ll tell u) and I trust u more than I trust my dog and usually I trust that hoe w a lot so just know ur special
Things that remind me of u •_•
• “I- o k :D”
•”I-“
•”noice 😎”
•😏this emoji
•dilfs
•outdated memes (not that u send them they just remind me of u)
•old things bc ur old
•mac n cheese 🧀
•nctnetwrite
•tag games
•Lana Del Rey
•my grandmas perfume
•toes
•✨
•awkward when the couples are interacting 1/3
•str**ght couples 😔🤢
My favorite memory of u •.•
•when we first moved to discord and u finally sent a photo (we were all sending photos) and I freaked out abt how cute u were (this was before gwace exsisted) and said I would fight Haechan for u and changed my discord bio to “I love Haechan but I would drop him faster than a druggie dropped their baby if abi became gay” and no one knew and I didn’t tell anyone 😌
Your favorite memory of me •.•(only added if they answered me back when I’m making this)
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✧・゚:* ♡ *:・゚✧
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Grace • @nct127grass
Grace ur my wife. I think that’s explanation enough to how much i Uwu u (love u) I cherish the calls we have w each other, and I miss u a lot rn 🥺🥺 ppl always ask me who I’m talking to 24/7 and it’s gotten to the point where I’m like “grace” and they’re like “oh ok tell her I said hi” I talk abt u quite a bit bc I just ,,, LOVE U hehehe even tho I’m insecure and always am like “are we abt to get divorced rn🙈” ur so chill and ur just like “no Gwen” like we’re an old Italian couple from New York 😌 ily bye
Things that remind me of you •_•
•whoresome memes
•**** **** (u know 😏😏)
•Australian-ness
•plushies
•being gay for friends
•overly sweet priv messages that would give willy wonka tummy aches
•being married
•long distance relationships LMAO
•Sanrio
•gwace
•ft
•Cinnabon
•the gym
•couple squad 1/4
•toes
My fav memory of you •.•
•this is the hardest one bc we have had quite a few moments but I for the life of me can’t remember our wedding day so I think I’ll say the first time we fted and talked abt racism in Australia and it wasn’t awkward like I thought it would be and it was pretty chill. Everytime I think of it I smile idk why (I bet u were gonna say when u **** ** *** ****** but I’m not horny on main ever so)
Your fav memory of me •.•
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✧・゚:* ♡ *:・゚✧
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Juju • @nanajaems0308
Juju sometimes I feel like u don’t like me, but then I remember that that’s just my insecurities punching me in the tits, and I’m like “no just bc you don’t talk in priv that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like u bitch” and Ik we don’t talk as much as I wish we did, but my monthly goal is to talk more to u, because I do love u and want to talk to u WAY more than we do
Things that remind me of you •_•
•Jaemin
•horny on main
•👁👄👁
•awkward when the couples are interacting 2/3
•art museums idk why
•socks 🧦
•y/n
•toes
My fav memory of you •.•
•when we all fted for the first time and I called u abi LMAOOOOOOOOO Ik it’s a weird fav memory to have but it will always make me laugh when I think of it
✧・゚:* ♡ *:・゚✧
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There are 8 members in the 🍑 family, and I’m apart of the unnie line😌 so the next post will have the maknae line😌😔
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darisu-chan · 6 years
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RWBY and JNPR Take Care of Eggs
Okay, I love when teen or kid characters have to take care of eggs, and while watching Camp Camp, I got this idea, which I shared with a friend, and together we came up with this.
Ozpin: Children, as you all know Huntsmen and Huntresses need to be responsible, and so, to help you learn responsibility, you and your partners will be taking care of these eggs for the whole day. Before dinner, I will be collecting the eggs and grading you on your performance. Professor Oobleck, if you please.
Oobleck: *hands eggs to each group*
Ozpin: I wish you good luck.
With Ruby and Weiss:
Ruby: Oh, my child! I’m going to love you, and take care of you, and love you some more! I really love you my little eggie, and I’m going to be the best mom ever!
Weiss: *sighing* Ruby, it’s just a dumb egg.
Ruby: *pulling the egg away from Weiss* How can you say that to our son?!
Weiss: That’s not our son, that’s an egg, you dolt! 
Ruby: AND YOU’RE NOT THE MOTHER IT NEEDS!
Weiss: You need to calm down! You’re taking things way too far.
Ruby: It’s just... I... I just want to be there for the baby, y’know? Like I wish my mom had been there for me when I was growing up...
Weiss: *trying not to cry* I... I guess we could take the egg... er... I mean, the baby out for a walk.
Ruby: Yay! Thanks, Weiss!
With Blake and Yang:
Blake: I think we should name it.
Yang: Eggsactly, Blake! It has to have an eggsplosive name so it can start life with a Yang!
Blake: You’ve used that one before. It is actually overused.
Yang: Don’t eggsaggerate! You’re so hard boiled.
Blake: Now you’re just overdoing it.
With Jaune and Pyrrha:
Jaune: *nervous* I-I’m not sure about this... I know I’ll just screw something up...
Pyrrha: Jaune, we can do this! I want you to know that I trust you to take good care of the egg and─
Jaune: *the egg suddenly cracks in his hand*
Pyrrha: .... And I’m sure Professor Ozpin will give us a new egg.
Jaune: At least it wasn’t a real baby.
Pyrrha: ...
With Nora and Ren:
Nora: Ren, this is so exciting!
Ren: Just be careful  not to break it.
Nora: Relax! What could possibly go wrong? *raises her hand while carying the egg, hitting Ruby’s hand as she passes by, cracking both eggs*
Weiss: Seriously?!
At dinner:
Ozpin: *sighing* Well, it seems only Miss Xia Long and Miss Belladona completed the exercise successfully. Congratulations!
Yang: See, Blake? I told you we’d be eggceptional parents!
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rosenfey · 6 years
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I was tagged by @kadaaras, thank you, honey! (๑ơ ₃ ơ)~♡
.: tagging [under no obligations]: @ladyinthebluebox, @qeralts, @sephiratales, @soulventure91 aand idk, anyone who wants to do it
a - age: 20
b - birthplace: Slovakia [that small tiny winey state in central Europe]
c - current time: 1 PM
d - drink you last had: good ol' water
e - easiest person to talk to: my best friend. he's a dork and I love him
f - favorite song: eggscuse me? one? just one? byeee
g - grossest memory: nonono I don't go there and u don't wanna as well trust me
h - horror yes or horror no: Nonono thank you [I luff Lovecraft stories tho, catch me reading about Cthulhu at midnight]
i - in love?:  no, got over that sickness a few weeks ago, now I strive to be a healthy human being that loves herself and is content about having her own worth that isnt measured by men
j - jealous of people?:  sometimes. depends.
l - love at first sight or should i walk by again?: ok but first of all 'love' is a feeling developed over longer time hence such phrase is stupid, we could say 'infatuation' at first sight but definitely not 'love' - do your research this makes me so fricking angry oh my gods yeah, keep walking, baby
m - middle name: Failure
n - number of siblings: a lil' sister. she's 11 and is smarter than you.
o - one wish: to be healthy and happy in life.
p - person you called last: my mom
q - question you are always asked: 'what is it that you study?' shortly followed by 'and what eggsactly is that?' and 'oh... and watcha gonna do with THAT?!' and I enter murder stance
r - reason to smile:  kets, my loving family, my best friend who has a heart of gold and is always there for me
s - song you sang last: "Straight Razor" by Matt Maeson [such an aesthetics]
t - time you woke up: 7:30 AM [an ungodly hour it is]
u - underwear colour: black and white
v - vacation destination: pRoVEncE [yeah. bet no one ever noticed that from my frequent gushing about it]
w - worst habit: biting my nails
x - x-rays: teeth, arm + hand, back, head + face...
y - your favourite food: pastaaaaaaa
z - zodiac sign:  llama taurus here ♉
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cakane463 · 5 years
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🐣 #RubysEasterHat – April 1883 #Easter #GodeysLadysBook
Ruby’s “Easter Hat”
“I wish I was dead, so there;” and Ruby Brown stood the picture of lovely despair, gazing down at a yellow mass at her feet, consisting of six dozen crushed eggs. Poor Ruby had been a whole month saving and hoarding these treasures which were to play an important part in the purchase of a lovely “Easter bonnit,” Aunt Rushy had contemptuously called it, when Ruby had said in a pleading tone: “But auntie, all the girls are going to have pretty new hats to wear Easter Sunday.” “Easter bonnits, indeed,” snapped Aunt Rushy, “better be thinkin’ of the good Lord, and how he riz on that day, then hey their minds on bonnits.” “But auntie—”“Now, no buts, Ruby Brown; girls in my time wusn’t thinkin’ eternally ’bout bonnits and gimcracks; and Easter Sunday wasn’t made a show day for bonnits, either.” “If I could have the eggs, auntie,” pleaded Ruby, ignoring her last remarks.“Well, take ’em; I don’t, know as I care, if you can save enuff ‘tween this and then. You’ll hey to hey a bonnit eny how shortly after Easter.” Ruby ran joyfully out into the coop to gather the first installment, after giving Aunt Rushy an affectionate little hug.“That child always will get the best of me long as grass grows and water runs,” smiled the spinster aunt, grimly—who had been mother and aunt for many years, nearly eighteen now, since her dearest and youngest sister had died, putting baby Ruby into Jerusha’s arms, murmuring “Be kind to her, love her for my sake,” and had died; and the young girl well repaid the care and grim sort of love lavished upon her. No one knew what ever had become of gay, wild, dissipated Will Brown, Ruby’s father, whom people said had once been Jerusha’s lover, and who had deserted her for the younger sister, pretty Helen.The eventful morning had come on which Ruby’s eggs were to be disposed of. Blithely and gayly she started forth, a neat willow basket on her arm, her eyes shining like twin stars, and cheeks rivaling summer roses. A stray robin chirped dubiously overhead in the budding but leafless trees, and visions of the “Easter hat” floated before Ruby’s vision, with which the young minister who had just been settled at the “Caworth village” church, should be ensnared; for all the girls, Aunt Rushy said, “wus casting sheep’s eyes that way. Ruby tripped along in the crisp March air, satisfied with herself and the whole world, when alas! for human hopes and joys how fleeting, Ruby caught her foot in some tangled weeds, and fell headlong upon her precious basket of eggs, and for a moment felt as if the whole world had crushed all the joy and happiness out of her young heart and life. In her great sorrow she gave vent to the ejaculation, “I wish I was dead,” as she slowly arose from the ruins of all her (eggs) hopes.
“Can I be of any assistance?” asked some one behind her.
Ruby started and looked around, to encounter the amused smile on the young minister’s face.
“I hardly think any one can remedy this disaster,” stammered Ruby, dismally viewing the mass at their feet.
“Eggsactly,” laughed Mr. Howard.
“Don’t laugh,” said Ruby, suddenly bursting into tears.
“Don’t cry, I beg. I will try not to laugh,” he said anxiously.
“How foolish I am,” said Ruby, bravely trying to smile, “but I have lost my Easter hat.”
“Your Easter hat?” he asked, a little nonplussed.
“Yes. With those eggs I should have bought it,” sighed Ruby.
“Hem! Well, is it absolutely necessary to have Easter hats, Miss Brown?”
“Oh no. Still, every one does, you know,” said Ruby, gravely.
“No, I did not know it before. Do you not think you could enjoy that grandest and loveliest of anniversaries without a new hat, Miss Brown?” he asked, looking into the sweet face searchingly.
“Oh, yes I could,” replied Ruby, blushing rosily. “I think I have been a little vain, and I am punished this way,” and Ruby laughed quite merrily.
“Not one left to tell the tale,” he answered, joining in her laughter.
“Only on my dress and mantle,” laughingly said Ruby; “that will tell all.”
“Allow me to remove a few flecks from your hair,” and he bent forward with a dainty cambric handkerchief, removing the golden spots from the soft, curling brown hair; both faces had taken on an added hue of pink.
“May I walk back with you?” he asked a little eagerly, as she turned to go home, after their united efforts to clean the basket, which they partially succeeded in doing. Permission was shyly given, and soon they were chatting like old friends, and Ruth was surprised that she felt no greater disappointment in the loss of her “Easter hat.”
“Well I swun if here doesn’t come the minister ‘long with Ruby,” ejaculated Aunt Jerusha, peering out of the window. “But—heavings and airth, what is that yaller all over the front of your
dress, Ruby? How de do, Mister Howard: walk in. What on airth—”
“Oh Auntie, its my ‘Easter hat,’ cried Ruby, almost hysterically, ‘look at, me! Only for Mr. Howard coming to my rescue, I don’t know what would have, become of me.”
“Well I never! such a child,” gasped Aunt Rushy, shocked beyond measure at Ruby’s appearance before the new minister.
How was she to know that he was thinking she was the loveliest and most sensible girl he had ever met?
Ruby went to church “Easter Sunday” with her winter’s hat, and the Rev. Clinton Howard thought the face so sweet and good beneath it, that all the new “Easter hats” sank into insignificance in contrast; but Ruby looked around at the pretty sprays of rose-buds, mignonette, violets, and pansies, and could not help but feel a little pang of envy. How could she know that the young minister was not admiring the pretty faces so sweetly adorned? And how could she know that while the organ sent forth its grandest music, and the anthem, “He has arisen from the dead,” swelled from the lips and hearts of that Christian congregation, that the thought had come to him (and was not an irreligious one) that the Lord had ordained Ruby Brown for a minister’s wife, and that another Easter she should wear an “Easter hat,” and it should be bridal white.
So Ruby’s “Easter hat” was worn the very next “Easter,” and all the good folks said never a sweeter bride blushed beneath an “Easter hat,” than the minister’s young wife, née Ruby Brown, now Mrs. Clinton Howard. Even Aunt Rushy had indulged in the fashion for once, and came out in an astonishing beflowered hat, and she explained in her earnest emphatic way: “I don’t know but it is a sort of a hangin’ out of a signal, of how happy you air, by decking out in posies, that our blessed Saviour riz to glory that day; never quite looked at it in that air light before, come to think of it. I don’t see how I ever wanted to put down sich kind of rejoicing. Ruby does look like a picture in hem, and the eggs after all did get her ‘Easter hat,’ so Clinton says.”
Godey’s Lady’s Book— Louis Antoine Godey began publishing Godey’s Lady’s Book in 1830. He designed his monthly magazine specifically to attract the growing audience of literate American women. The magazine was intended to entertain, inform, and educate the women of America.
Learn more about Godey’s Lady’s Book (1830–1898)
Source
Collection: Godey’s Lady’s Book
Publication: Godey’s Lady’s Book
Date: April, 1883
Title: Ruby’s Easter Hat
Location: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
https://www.accessible-archives.com/2014/04/rubys-easter-hat-april-1883/
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cakane463 · 4 years
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🐰👒Ruby’s “Easter Hat” – April 1883
For much of the 19th century Godey’s Lady’s Book’s editors used the magazine to showcase the literary work of American authors. This short story, Ruby’s “Easter Hat”, appeared in the April 1883 issue
Ruby’s “Easter Hat”
“I wish I was dead, so there;” and Ruby Brown stood the picture of lovely despair, gazing down at a yellow mass at her feet, consisting of six dozen crushed eggs. Poor Ruby had been a whole month saving and hoarding these treasures which were to play an important part in the purchase of a lovely “Easter bonnit,” Aunt Rushy had contemptuously called it, when Ruby had said in a pleading tone:
“But auntie, all the girls are going to have pretty new hats to wear Easter Sunday.”
“Easter bonnits, indeed,” snapped Aunt Rushy, “better be thinkin’ of the good Lord, and how he riz on that day, then hey their minds on bonnits.”
“But auntie—”
“Now, no buts, Ruby Brown; girls in my time wusn’t thinkin’ eternally ’bout bonnits and gimcracks; and Easter Sunday wasn’t made a show day for bonnits, either.”
“If I could have the eggs, auntie,” pleaded Ruby, ignoring her last remarks.
“Well, take ’em; I don’t, know as I care, if you can save enuff ‘tween this and then. You’ll hey to hey a bonnit eny how shortly after Easter.”
Ruby ran joyfully out into the coop to gather the first installment, after giving Aunt Rushy an affectionate little hug.
“That child always will get the best of me long as grass grows and water runs,” smiled the spinster aunt, grimly—who had been mother and aunt for many years, nearly eighteen now, since her dearest and youngest sister had died, putting baby Ruby into Jerusha’s arms, murmuring “Be kind to her, love her for my sake,” and had died; and the young girl well repaid the care and grim sort of love lavished upon her. No one knew what ever had become of gay, wild, dissipated Will Brown, Ruby’s father, whom people said had once been Jerusha’s lover, and who had deserted her for the younger sister, pretty Helen.
The eventful morning had come on which Ruby’s eggs were to be disposed of. Blithely and gayly she started forth, a neat willow basket on her arm, her eyes shining like twin stars, and cheeks rivaling summer roses. A stray robin chirped dubiously overhead in the budding but leafless trees, and visions of the “Easter hat” floated before Ruby’s vision, with which the young minister who had just been settled at the “Caworth village” church, should be ensnared; for all the girls, Aunt Rushy said, “wus casting sheep’s eyes that way.”
Ruby tripped along in the crisp March air, satisfied with herself and the whole world, when alas! for human hopes and joys how fleeting, Ruby caught her foot in some tangled weeds, and fell headlong upon her precious basket of eggs, and for a moment felt as if the whole world had crushed all the joy and happiness out of her young heart and life. In her great sorrow she gave vent to the ejaculation, “I wish I was dead,” as she slowly arose from the ruins of all her (eggs) hopes.
“Can I be of any assistance?” asked some one behind her.
Ruby started and looked around, to encounter the amused smile on the young minister’s face.
“I hardly think any one can remedy this disaster,” stammered Ruby, dismally viewing the mass at their feet.
“Eggsactly,” laughed Mr. Howard.
“Don’t laugh,” said Ruby, suddenly bursting into tears.
“Don’t cry, I beg. I will try not to laugh,” he said anxiously.
“How foolish I am,” said Ruby, bravely trying to smile, “but I have lost my Easter hat.”
“Your Easter hat?” he asked, a little nonplussed.
“Yes. With those eggs I should have bought it,” sighed Ruby.
“Hem! Well, is it absolutely necessary to have Easter hats, Miss Brown?”
“Oh no. Still, every one does, you know,” said Ruby, gravely.
“No, I did not know it before. Do you not think you could enjoy that grandest and loveliest of anniversaries without a new hat, Miss Brown?” he asked, looking into the sweet face searchingly.
“Oh, yes I could,” replied Ruby, blushing rosily. “I think I have been a little vain, and I am punished this way,” and Ruby laughed quite merrily.
“Not one left to tell the tale,” he answered, joining in her laughter.
“Only on my dress and mantle,” laughingly said Ruby; “that will tell all.”
“Allow me to remove a few flecks from your hair,” and he bent forward with a dainty cambric handkerchief, removing the golden spots from the soft, curling brown hair; both faces had taken on an added hue of pink.
“May I walk back with you?” he asked a little eagerly, as she turned to go home, after their united efforts to clean the basket, which they partially succeeded in doing. Permission was shyly given, and soon they were chatting like old friends, and Ruth was surprised that she felt no greater disappointment in the loss of her “Easter hat.”
“Well I swun if here doesn’t come the minister ‘long with Ruby,” ejaculated Aunt Jerusha, peering out of the window. “But—heavings and airth, what is that yaller all over the front of your
dress, Ruby? How de do, Mister Howard: walk in. What on airth—”
“Oh Auntie, its my ‘Easter hat,’ cried Ruby, almost hysterically, ‘look at, me! Only for Mr. Howard coming to my rescue, I don’t know what would have, become of me.”
“Well I never! such a child,” gasped Aunt Rushy, shocked beyond measure at Ruby’s appearance before the new minister.
How was she to know that he was thinking she was the loveliest and most sensible girl he had ever met?
Ruby went to church “Easter Sunday” with her winter’s hat, and the Rev. Clinton Howard thought the face so sweet and good beneath it, that all the new “Easter hats” sank into insignificance in contrast; but Ruby looked around at the pretty sprays of rose-buds, mignonette, violets, and pansies, and could not help but feel a little pang of envy. How could she know that the young minister was not admiring the pretty faces so sweetly adorned? And how could she know that while the organ sent forth its grandest music, and the anthem, “He has arisen from the dead,” swelled from the lips and hearts of that Christian congregation, that the thought had come to him (and was not an irreligious one) that the Lord had ordained Ruby Brown for a minister’s wife, and that another Easter she should wear an “Easter hat,” and it should be bridal white.
So Ruby’s “Easter hat” was worn the very next “Easter,” and all the good folks said never a sweeter bride blushed beneath an “Easter hat,” than the minister’s young wife, née Ruby Brown, now Mrs. Clinton Howard. Even Aunt Rushy had indulged in the fashion for once, and came out in an astonishing beflowered hat, and she explained in her earnest emphatic way: “I don’t know but it is a sort of a hangin’ out of a signal, of how happy you air, by decking out in posies, that our blessed Saviour riz to glory that day; never quite looked at it in that air light before, come to think of it. I don’t see how I ever wanted to put down sich kind of rejoicing. Ruby does look like a picture in hem, and the eggs after all did get her ‘Easter hat,’ so Clinton says.”
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