Some of the guests at last lost all patience, and begged leave to go home.

But before they went they deposited the wedding presents in the bride's satin lap, till she resembled a heathen image hung about with offerings.
My mother, after thirty years of bustling life, retains a lively memory of the embarrassment she suffered while waiting for the arrival of the troublesome cousin.

When that important dame at last appeared, with her chin in the air, the artificial flower still stuck belligerently into her dusty wig, and my grandmother beaming behind her, the bride's heart fairly jumped with anger, and the red blood of indignation set her cheeks afire.

No wonder that she speaks the name of the Red-Flower with an unloving accent to this day, although she has forgiven the enemies who did her greater wrong.

The bride is a princess on her wedding day.