Each table and chimney-piece bore a fragrant load; a great bowl of Jacqueminots stood in the middle of the breakfast-table, and two large jars of the same on the porch, where Clover had arranged various seats and cushions that it might serve as a sort of outdoor parlor.
Nobody who came to that early breakfast ever forgot its peace and pleasantness and the sweet atmosphere of affection which seemed to pervade everything about it.

After breakfast came family prayers as usual, Dr.
Carr reading the chapter, and the dear old commodore joining with a hearty nautical voice in,-- "Awake my soul! and with the sun," which was a favorite hymn with all of them.

Ned shared Katy's book, and his face and hers alone would have been breakfast enough for the company if everything else had failed, as Rose remarked to Clover in a whisper, though nobody found any fault with the more substantial fare which Debby had sent in previously.

Somehow this little mutual service of prayer and praise seemed to fit in with the spirit of the day, and give it its keynote.
"It's just the sweetest wedding," Mrs.Ashe told her brother.

"And the wonderful thing is that everything comes so naturally.