Flitting

That evening Ursula returned home very bright-eyed and wondrous — which irritated her people. Her father came home at suppertime, tired after the evening class, and the long journey home. Gudrun was reading, the mother sat in silence.

Suddenly Ursula said to the company at large, in a bright voice, ‘Rupert and I are going to be married tomorrow.’

Her father turned round, stiffly.

‘You what?’ he said.

‘Tomorrow!’ echoed Gudrun.

‘Indeed!’ said the mother.

But Ursula only smiled wonderfully, and did not reply.

‘Married tomorrow!’