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curtains flew out in the draught towards her, they were no more
evident than this presence to which she now gave no thought, and
pushed by her brother's memory without a glance.

Rose followed her to the bed. A white linen sheet was laid over the
chintz counterpane. Charlotte lifted the sheet.

"I took the last stitch on it Wednesday night," she said, in a hushed
voice.

"Didn't he come that night?"

"I finished it before he came."

"Did he see it?"

Charlotte nodded. The two girls stood looking solemnly at the silk
dress.

"You can't see it here; it's too dark," said Charlotte, and she
rolled up a window curtain.

"Yes, I can see better," said Rose, in a whisper. "It's beautiful,
Charlotte."

The dress was spread widely over the bed in crisp folds. It was
purple, plaided vaguely with cloudy lines of white and delicate
rose-color. Over it lay a silvery lustre that was the very light of
the silken fabric.

Rose felt it reverently. "How thick it is!" said she.

"Yes, it's a good piece," Charlotte replied.

"You thought you'd have purple?"

"Yes, he liked it."

"Well, it's pretty, and it's becoming to you."

Charlotte took up the skirt, and slipped it, loud with silken
whispers, over her head. It swept out around her in a great circle;
she looked like a gorgeous inverted bell-flower.

"It's beautiful," Rose said.

Charlotte's face, gazing downward at the silken breadths, had quite
its natural expression. It was as if her mind in spite of herself
would stop at old doors.

"Try on the waist," pleaded Rose.

Charlotte slipped off her calico waist, and thrust her firm white
arms into the flaring silken sleeves of the wedding-gown. Her neck
arose from it with a grand curve. She stood before the glass and
strained the buttons together, frowning importantly.

"It fits you like a glove," Rose murmured, admiringly, smoothing
Charlotte's glossy back.

"I've got a spencer-cape to wear over my neck to meeting," Charlotte
said, and she opened the upper-most drawer in the chest and took out
a worked muslin cape, and adjusted it carefully over her shoulders,
pinning it across her bosom with a little brooch of her brother's
hair in a rim of gold.

"It's elegant," said Rose.

"I'll show you my bonnet," said Charlotte. She went into a closet and
emerged with a great green bandbox.

Rose bent over, watching her breathlessly as she opened it. "Oh!" she
cried. "Oh, Charlotte!"

Charlotte held up the bonn