Mammy Chloe dressed her." Unity mounted the dark, polished stairs to an upper hall where stood a tall clock and a spindle-legged table with a vast jar of pot-pourri.

A door opened, framing Jacqueline, dressed in white, and wearing her mother's wedding veil.

"I knew your step," she said.

"Oh, Unity, you are good to come!" In the bedroom they embraced.

"Wild horses couldn't have kept me from coming!" declared Unity with resolute gaiety.