It'll never come true, for just before I came down-stairs to breakfast I discovered my little box of cake lying on the table under a pile of ribbons.

It had been there all night.

I had forgotten to put it under my pillow.

And," she added, cutting short Mary's exclamation of disappointment, "_your_ box lay beside it.

We both were so busy putting away our dresses, and talking over the wedding that we forgot the most important thing of all." "Well, I'm certainly glad that mine wasn't under my head when I had that dreadful nightmare!" exclaimed Mary, in such a relieved tone that every one laughed again.