Harry and Ida Slome were to be married the Monday before Thanksgiving.

The school would close on the Friday before.
Ida Slome possessed, along with an entire self-satisfaction, a vein of pitiless sense, which enabled her to see herself as others might see her, and which saved her from the follies often incident to the self-satisfied.

She considered herself a beauty; she thought, and with reason, that she would be well worth looking at in her wedding-clothes, but she also told herself that it was quite possible that some remarks might be made to her disparagement if she had the wedding to which her inclination prompted her.

She longed for a white gown, veil, bridesmaids, and the rest, but she knew better.

She knew that more could be made of her beauty and her triumph if she curtailed her wish.