"
This unfortunate, unexpected burst, interrupted business sadly. Mrs. Dodd
sank down directly on the bed and wept; Julia cried over her, and Sarah
plumped herself down in a chair and blubbered. But wedding flowers are
generally well watered in the private apartments.
Patient Mrs. Dodd soon recovered herself: "This is childish of me. When I
think that there are mothers who see their children go from the house
corpses, not brides, I ought to be ashamed of myself. Come! a l'oeuvre.
Ah, here is something." And she produced a white China crape shawl. "Oh,
how sweet," said Julia; "why have you never worn it?"
"Dear me, child, what use would things be to those I love, if I went and
_wore_ them?"
The next article she laid her hand on was a roll of white poplin, and
drew an exclamation from Mrs. Dodd herself: "If I had not forgotten this,
and it is the very thing. Your dear papa bought me this in London, and I
remonstrated with him well for buying me such a delicate thing, only once
wear. I kissed it and put it away, and forgot it. They _say_ if you keep
a thing seven years.
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