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"Never mind folks," remarked the irreverent Katy. "I don't care a button
for that argument. Yes; bridesmaids and going up the aisle in a long
procession and all the rest _are_ pretty to look at,--or were before they
got to be so hackneyed. I can imagine the first bridal procession up the
aisle of some early cathedral as having been perfectly beautiful. But
nowadays, when the butcher and baker and candlestick-maker and everybody
else do it just alike, the custom seems to me to have lost its charm. I
never did enjoy having things exactly as every one else has them,--all
going in the same direction like a flock of sheep. I would like my little
wedding to be something especially my own. There was a poetical meaning in
those old customs; but now that the custom has swallowed up so much of
the meaning, it would please me better to retain the meaning and drop the
custom."
"I see what you mean," said Clover, not quite convinced, but inclined as
usual to admire Katy and think that whatever she meant must be right. "But
tell me a little more. You mean to have a wedding-dress, don't you?"
doubtfully.
"Yes, indeed!"
"Have you thought what it shall be?"
"Do you recollect that beautiful white crape shawl of mamma's which papa
gave me two years ago? It has a lovely wreath of embroidery round it; and
it came to me the other day that it would make a charming gown, with white
surah or something for the under-dress. I should like that better than
anything new, because mamma used to wear it, and it would seem as if she
were here still, helping me to get ready. Don't you think so?"
"It is a lovely idea," said Clover, the ever-ready tears dimming her happy
blue eyes for a moment, "and just like you. Yes, that shall be the
dress,--dear mamma's shawl. It will please papa too, I think, to have you
choose it."
"I thought perhaps it would," said Katy, soberly. "Then I have a wide
white watered sash which Aunt Izzy gave me, and I mean to have that worked
into the dress somehow. I should like to wear something of hers too, for
she was really good to us when we were little, and all that long time that
I was ill; and we were not always good to her, I am afraid. Poor Aunt
Izzy! What troublesome little wretches we were,--I most of all!"
"Were you? Somehow I never can recollect the time when you were not a born
angel. I am afraid I don't remember Aunt Izzy well. I just have a vague
memory of somebody who was pretty strict and cross."
"Ah, you never had a back, and needed to be waited on night and day, or
you would recollect a great deal more than that. Cousin Helen helped me to
appreciate what Aunt Izzy really was. By the way, one of the two things I
have set my heart on is to have Cousin Helen come to my wedding."
"It would be lovely if she could. Do you suppose there is any chance?"
"I wrote her week before last, but she hasn't answered yet. Of course it
depends on how she is; but the accounts from her have been pretty good
this year."
"What is the other thing you have set your heart on? You said 'two.'"
"The other is that Rose Red shall be here, and little Rose. I wrote to her
the other day also, and coaxed hard. Wouldn't it be too enchanting? You
know how we have always longed to have her in Burnet; and if she could
come now it would make everything twice as pleasant."
"Katy, what an enchanting thought!" cried Clover, who had not seen Rose
since they all left Hillsover. "It would be the greatest lark that ever
was to have the Roses. When do you suppose we shall hear? I can hardly
wait, I am in such a hurry to have her say 'Yes.'"
"But suppose she says 'No'?"
"I won't think of such a possibility. Now go on. I suppose your principles
don't preclude a wedding-cake?"
"On the contrary, they include a great deal of wedding-cake. I want to
send a box to everybody in Burnet,--all the poor people, I mean, and the
old people and the children at the Home and those forlorn creatures at the
poor-house and all papa's patients."
"But, Katy, that will cost a lot," objected the thrifty Clover.
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