"How thick and heavy your veil is!" she said.
"It is cold out of doors, my child, to-night." "But why are you going out ?" "I don't feel very well, Minna.

A brisk walk in the frosty air will do me good." "Mamma, do let me go with you!" "No, my dear.

You are not a hard old woman like me--and you shall not run the risk of catching cold.

Go into my room, and keep the fire up.

I shall be back in half an hour.
"Where is my necklace, mamma ?" "My dear, the bride's mother keeps the bride's necklace--and, when we do try it on, we will see how it looks by daylight." In a minute more, Madame Fontaine was out in the street, on her way to the nearest jeweler..