Now," she said, facing round with increasing earnestness, "there have been five weddings in our set, and all the girls have been married in just the same dress,--white satin and point lace, white satin and point lace, over and over, till I'm tired of it.

_I'm_ determined I'll have something new." "Well, I would, I'm sure," said Belle.

"Say white tulle, for instance: you know you are so _petite_ and fairy-like." "No: I shall write out to Madame La Roche, and tell her she must get up something wholly original.

I shall send for my whole _trousseau_.
Papa will be glad enough to come down, since he gets me off his hands, and no more fuss about bills, you know.

Do you know, Belle, that creature is just wild about me: he'd like to ransack all the jewellers' shops in New York for me.