But I have not the heart to try this remedy.

It may be sky blue, for all I care.

Nose or no nose, I am dressed now.
Instead of the costly artificial wreath that Madame Elise sent me, Barbara has made a little natural garland of my own flowers--my Nancies.
I smell them all the time that I am being married.

I have no female friends--Barbara has always been friend enough for me--so I have stipulated that I shall have no other bridesmaids but her and Tou Tou.
They are not much to brag of in the way of a match.

Algy indeed suggested that in order to bring them into greater harmony, Tou Tou shall clothe her thin legs with long petticoats, or Barbara abridge her garments to Tou Tou's length; but the proposition has met with as little favor in the family's eyes as did Squire Thornhill's proposal, that every gentleman should sit on a lady's lap, in the Vicar of Wakefield.
The guests are all off to the church.