Was there ever such a glorious morning ?" "It's perfect," answered Eugenia, leaning out of her rose bower to smile down at him.
"I wonder if the bride's happiness measures up to the morning," he asked.

"Mine does." For answer she glanced around, her finger on her lips as if to warn him that walls have ears, and then with a light little laugh tossed the rosebud down to him.

"Wait! I'll come and tell you," she said.
Betty, gathering up her writing material, saw him catch the rose, touch it to his lips and fasten it in his coat.

Then, conscience-smitten that she had seen the little by-play not intended for other eyes, she bolted back into her room through the window, so hurriedly that she struck her head against the sash with a force which made her see stars for several minutes.
The first excitement after breakfast was the arrival of the bride's cake.

Aunt Cindy had baked it, the bride herself had stirred the charms into it, but it had been sent to Louisville to be iced.