Well, I wish you'd look!" Every head was turned, for the bridal party was advancing.

Slowly down the aisle came M'haley, in the pink chiffon gown from Paris.

Mom Beck's quick needle had altered it considerably, for in some unaccountable way the slim bodice fashioned to fit Lloyd's slender figure, now fastened around M'haley's waist without undue strain.

The skirt, though turned "hine side befo'," fell as skirts should fall, for the fulness had been shifted to the proper places, and the broad sky-blue sash covered the mended holes in the breadth Lloyd had torn on the stairs.
With her head high, and her armful of flowers held in precisely the same position in which Lloyd had carried hers, she swept down the aisle in such exact imitation of the other maid of honor, that every one who had seen the first wedding was convulsed, and Kitty's whisper about "Lloyd's understudy" was passed with stifled giggles from one to another down both benches.
Ca'line Allison came next, in a white dress and the white slippers that had been thrown after Eugenia's carriage with the rice.
She was flower girl, and carried an elaborate fancy basket filled with field daisies.

A wreath of the same snowy blossoms crowned her woolly pate, and an expression of anxiety drew her little black face into a distressed pucker.