er eyes
would have redeemed almost any face, and now they were all aglow with a
wonderful light.

He looked his admiration.

"Because if _you_ don't like me----"

There was a charming half-coquettish way about her, but she never made a
bid for compliments.

"What then?" laughing.

"I'd stay home and spoil the wedding party. I know they couldn't fill my
place on a short notice."

He thought they couldn't fill it at all, but he said almost merrily,
"You need not stay at home."

Cousin Eunice said she looked pretty enough for the bride. Miss Winn had
attended to her toilette, and now she wrapped a soft silken cloak about
her and Cousin Chilian put her in the carriage. He was all in his best,
ruffled shirt-front, light brocaded silk waist-coat, and there were lace
ruffles about his hands.

One feels inclined to wonder at the extravagance of those days, when one
sees some of the heirlooms that have come down to us. But their handsome
gowns went through several seasons, and then were made over for the
daughters. And they did not have their jewels reset every few months.

Such a roomful of pretty girls! Youth and health and picturesque
dressing make almost any one pretty. Miss Laura looked fine, but she
paused to say, "Oh, Cynthia, what an elegant necklace!"

"Father had it made for mother," she replied simply.

They patted and pulled a little, powdered, too.

Miss Willard, the great mantua-maker of that day, who superintended the
dressing of brides, saw that everything was right. The young men came
from their dressing-room, and they began to form the procession. Both
halls were illuminated with no end of candles, and guests were standing
about. Mr. Lynde Saltonstall took his bride-to-be, and they let the
white train sweep down the broad stairway, then Avis Manning and Ed
Saltonstall followed. They were not much on knick-names in those days,
but he had been called Ed to distinguish him from some cousins.

Cynthia and a cousin came next, and there were several other relatives.
It was a beautiful sight. The bride walked up to the white satin cushion
on which the couple would kneel during the prayer, the maids and
attendants made a semicircle around her, and then the nearest relatives.
The old white-haired minister had married her mother.

Then there was kissing and congratulation and Mrs. Saltonstall had her
new name, though Avis said she liked Manning a hundred times better.

"Then you wouldn't accept my name