"She's all yours now, take her." So John and I were engaged, and in due time our wedding day came and we were married.

I remember that for days and days before the wedding day John seemed very nervous and depressed; I think he was worrying, poor boy, as to whether he could really make me happy and whether he could fill my life as it should be filled.

But I told him that he was not to worry, because I _meant_ to be happy, and was determined just to make the best of everything.
Father stayed with John a good deal before the wedding day, and on the wedding morning he went and fetched him to the church in a closed carriage and had him there all ready when we came.

It was a beautiful day in September, and the church looked just lovely.

I had a beautiful gown of white organdie with _tulle_ at the throat, and I carried a great bunch of white roses, and Father led John up the aisle after me.
I remember that Mother cried a good deal at the wedding, and told John that he had stolen her darling and that he must never misuse me or beat me.