dressed
the bride,
others
waved a
welcome to
those who
came and
went on
various
errands in
garden,
porch, and
hall, and
all, from
the
rosiest
full-blown
flower to
the palest
baby bud,
offered
their
tribute of
beauty and
fragrance
to the
gentle
mistress
who had
loved and
tended
them so
long. Meg
looked
very like
a rose
herself,
for all
that was
best and
sweetest
in heart
and soul
seemed to
bloom into
her face
that day,
making it
fair and
tender,
