THE COMING OF THE BRIDE Early in the June morning Mary awoke, feeling as if it were Christmas or Fourth of July or some great gala occasion.

She lay there a moment, trying to think what pleasant thing was about to happen.

Then she remembered that it was the day on which the bride was to arrive.

Not only that,--before the sun went down, the best man would be at The Locusts also.
She raised herself on her elbow to look at Joyce, in the white bed across from hers.

She was sound asleep, so Mary snuggled down on her pillow again, and lay quite still.