She tied the strings carefully under her chin in a great square bow; then she turned towards Rose.

The fine white wreath under the brim encircled her face like a nimbus; she looked as she might have done sitting a bride in the meeting-house.
"It's beautiful," Rose said, smiling, with grave eyes.

"You look real handsome in it, Charlotte." Charlotte stood motionless a moment, with Rose surveying her.
"Oh, Charlotte," Rose cried out, suddenly, "I don't believe but what you'll have him, after all!" Rose's eyes were sharp upon Charlotte's face.

It was as if the bridal robes, which were so evident, became suddenly proofs of something tangible and real, like a garment left by a ghost.

Rose felt a sudden conviction that the quarrel was but a temporary thing; that Charlotte would marry Barney, and that she knew it.
A change came over Charlotte's face.