It's to be done Saturday night, and I'm trying not to imagine myself walking up the church aisle on Sunday in my new suit and cap, because I'm afraid it isn't right to imagine such things.

But it just slips into my mind in spite of me.

My cap is so pretty.

Matthew bought it for me the day we were over at Carmody.

It is one of those little blue velvet ones that are all the rage, with gold cord and tassels.