You shall have a nice little wedding." "Oh! and orange-blossoms!" exclaimed Miss Snow, clapping her hands.
"And a veil!" added Number Two.
"And a--" Number Three was not so familiar with such occasions as to be able to supply another article, so she clapped her hands.
They were all in a delicious flutter.

It would be so nice to have a wedding in the house! It was a good sign.

Did the young ladies think that it might break a sort of electric spell that hung over the parsonage, and result in a shower which would float them all off?
Perhaps so.

They were, at least, very happy about it.
Then they all sat down again, to talk over the matter of clothes.

Miss Butterworth did not wish to make herself ridiculous.
"I've said a thousand times, if I ever said it once," she remarked, "that there's no fool like an old fool.