She kept smiling, though, and she looked happy, so I guess it isn't anything very bad.

She said I was to give it to you with her best, _best_ love." Katy opened the parcel, and beheld a square veil of beautiful old blonde.
The note said: This was my wedding-veil, dearest Katy, and my mother wore it before me.

It has been laid aside all these years with the idea that perhaps Amy might want it some day; but instead I send it to you, without whom there would be no Amy to wear this or anything else.

I think it would please Ned to see it on your head, and I know it would make me very happy; but if you don't feel like using it, don't mind for a moment saying so to Your loving POLLY.
[Illustration: "Katy opened the parcel, and beheld a square veil of beautiful old blonde."] Katy handed the note silently to Clover, and laid her face for a little while among the soft folds of the lace, about which a faint odor of roses hung like the breath of old-time and unforgotten loves and affections.
"Shall you ?" queried Clover, softly.
"Why, of course! Doesn't it seem too sweet?
Both our mothers!" "There!" cried Amy, "you are going to cry too, Tanta! I thought weddings were nice funny things.

I never supposed they made people feel badly.