Her wavy brown hair was parted smoothly on the front, and gathered into a cluster of curls at the back.

Around her neck glistened a string of pearls, a present from Mr.Winston, who had just returned from South America.

The pure white silk fitted to a nicety, and the tiny satin slippers seemed as if they were made upon her feet, and never intended to come off again.

Her costume was complete, with the exception of the veil and wreath, and Esther opened the box that she supposed contained them, for the purpose of arranging them on the bride.
"Where have you put the veil, my dear ?" she asked, after raising the lid of the box, and discovering that they were not there.
"In the box, are they not ?" answered one of the young ladies.
"No, they are not there," continued Esther, as she turned over the various articles with which the tables were strewed.

All in vain; the veil and wreath could be nowhere discovered.
"Are you sure it came home ?" asked one.
"Of course," replied another; "I had it in my hand an hour ago." Then a thorough search was commenced, all the drawers ransacked, and everything turned over again and again; and just when they were about to abandon the search in despair, one of the party returned from the adjoining room, dragging along the brown baby, who had the veil wrapped about her chubby shoulders as a scarf, and the wreath ornamenting her round curly head.