Now, I don't want to hear any nonsense about orange-blossoms, or about a veil.

If there's anything that I do despise above board, it's a bridal veil on an old maid.

And I'm not going to have a lot of things made up that I can't use.

I'm just going to have a snug, serviceable set of clothes, and in three days I'm going to look as if I'd been married ten years." "It seems to me," said Miss Snow, "that you ought to do something.

I'm sure, if I were in your place, that I should want to do something." The other girls tittered.
"Not that I ever expect to be in your place, or anything like it," she went on, "but it does seem to me as if something extra ought to be done--white kid gloves or something." "And white satin gaiters," suggested the youngest sister.
"I guess you'd think Jim Fenton was extra enough if you knew him," said Miss Butterworth, laughing.