she was not in evening dress, but wearing ‘a quilted petticoat and short gown.’
She accepted the invitation, however, and ‘went in, not knowing so many were there, and spent an hour very pleasantly’ and with ‘no embarrassment,’ as the story reads.
attended her to her home, and after their long walk of course went in to rest, ere he returned.
The narrator says ‘he staid so long that her father told him it was time all honest people were at home.’
How much embarrassment (if any) he
experienced is not stated, but evidently in leaving the Jarvis residence he left his heart in the keeping of the perruquier's daughter Elizabeth, or Betsy, as she was sometimes called.
Wig-making was a considerable business in those days, as even boys of ten years wore wigs of various colors on special occasions and Sabbath days.
They afforded some diversion during the long sermons, and the boys in the upper galleries of the meeting-house found more or less of it in the interchange and comparison of them.
(Query. Did the old (third) meeting-house in Medford
have double galleries?)
plied his trade in Boston
, and his daughter persuaded her mother ‘to open a small shop’ there, for the sale of needles, pins, laces and ribbons.
was not at first sanguine as to this scheme, but Elizabeth urged it strongly, saying she would bring custom; and sure enough she did. She applied for assistance to a ‘Painter in Boston
’ (presumably an artist) frankly confessing her inability to pay cash on delivery, for a portrait of herself.
He readily consented to paint the picture ‘as she told him, at full length, making her very handsome, and with three black boys holding up her train.’
When finished, it was carried to the shop, which was on the north side of Washington street (Cornhill then), between Court and School streets. It was placed opposite the entrance door, in full view from the street, and reached from floor to ceiling.
As she told her mother