fact, whiter, for that was made of beautiful _point de Venise_,
and was just a trifle yellowish. Everybody cried. Her mother and
sister sobbed aloud, so did several maiden aunts and a
grandmother or two and a few cousins. The church resounded with
guggles and gasps, like a great deal of bath-water running out
of an ill-constructed tub. Mr. Silver also wept, as a business
man may, in a series of sniffs interspersed with silk
handkerchief; you know the kind. Altogether it was a most
cheerless affair. I seemed to be the only person present who was
not in tears; but I really didn't see anything to cry about, so
far as I was concerned, though I felt very hard-hearted.

I had to go alone, for Deniston was in New York. I got to the
church rather early, and my new spring bonnet--which is a
superior one--seemed to impress the ushers, so they put me in a
very distinguished front pew all by myself. I bore my honors
meekly, and found them quite agreeable, in fact,--you know I
always did like to be made much of,--so you can imagine my
disgust when presently three of the stoutest ladies you ever saw
came sailing up the aisle, and prepared to invade _my_ pew.

"Please move up, Madam," said the fattest of all, who wore a
wonderful yellow hat.

But I was not "raised" at Hillsover for nothing, and remembering
the success of our little ruse on the railroad train long ago, I
stepped out into the aisle, and with my sweetest smile made room
for them to pass.

"Perhaps I would better keep the seat next the door," I murmured