AVRAM DAVIDSON
“Thou Still Unravished Bride”
It used to be said, in some circles, that “a lady” had her name in the newspapers exactly three times: when she was born, when she was married, and when she was buried. It was never altogether true, for “a lady” was entitled to be mentioned when she became a mother, too.
Of course, there are ladies who, even today, are not likely to be seen in the public print at all. This is not because they are hyper-ladylike; it is because they live in large cities and are obscure—and poor. Sally Benner was certainly a lady of this class. And yet she received attention enough in the newspapers because—it appeared—she was not going to be married, and perhaps not buried, either.
Mrs. Benner heard Sally stirring at six in the morning. At seven Sally started to get up, but her mother pushed her back. “There’s plenty of time,” Mrs. Benner said. “You didn’t get to bed till late, and you need your rest. I’ll tell you when to get up.” So the young woman said, “Yes, mother.”
She was a very obedient daughter. That was what made it all so odd.
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