All the Gibbs children were there, and Aunt Cindy's other grandchildren, with their hands full of rice.
"Speed 'em well, chillun!" called old Cindy, waving her apron.

The rice fell in showers on the top of the departing carriage, and two little white slippers were sent flying along after it, with such force that they nearly struck Eliot, sitting beside the coachman.

Tired as she was, she turned to smile approval, for the slippers were a good omen, too, in her opinion, and she was happy to think that everything about her Miss Eugenia's wedding had been carried out properly, down to this last propitious detail.
As the slippers struck the ground, quick as a cat, M'haley darted forward to grab them.

"Them slippahs is mates!" she announced, gleefully, "and I'm goin' to tote 'em home for we-all's wedding.

I kain't squeeze into 'em myself, but Ca'line Allison suah kin." Once more, and for the last time, Eugenia leaned out of the carriage to look back at the dear faces she was leaving.