There was one comfort.

"The wedding will be stopped," thought Dotty; "they can't be married 'thout Johnny and me." The guests were all assembled.

It was now time for the bridal train to go down stairs and have the ceremony performed.

As the children left the chamber, uncertain what to do, but resolved that whichever "stood up," the other would sit down, Johnny seized a bottle of panacea which stood on the mantel, and wet the corner of Dotty's handkerchief.
"There is some sirup worth having," said he; "stronger than yours.

Rub it in your eyes, and see if it isn't." The boy did not mean what he said, or at any rate we will hope he did not; but Dotty, in her haste and agitation, obeyed him without stopping one moment to think.
Instantly the wedding was forgotten, the bouquet-holder, the anger, the disappointment, and everything else but the agony in her eyes.