Lyndall would so like to see it--the little wreath, and the ring, and the white veil! It would be so nice! Then Em fell to seeing pictures.

Lyndall should live with them till she herself got married some day.
Every day when Gregory came home, tired from his work, he would look about and say, "Where is my wife?
Has no one seen my wife?
Wife, some coffee!" and she would give him some.
Em's little face grew very grave at last, and she knelt up and extended her hands over the drawer of linen.
"Oh, God!" she said, "I am so glad! I do not know what I have done that I should be so glad.

Thank you!".