She had resolved then and there to be married in a dress like that.

Along with her love-raptures came the fairy dream of the lace gown.

For once in her life she would be dressed like a princess.
When she told Miss Hart she was going to be married, her mistress sniffed.

"You can do just as you like, and you will do just as you like, whether or no," she said; "but you are a poor fool.

Here you are getting good wages, and having it all to spend on yourself; and you ain't overworked, and you'll find out you'll be overworked and have a whole raft of young ones, and not a cent of wages, except enough to keep soul and body together, and just enough to wear so you won't be took up for going round indecent.