It rained ceaselessly, and that made it worse.

Rose never left her room; her plea was headache.

Kate wandered drearily up stairs and down stairs, and felt desolate and forsaken beyond all precedent.
There was a strange, forlorn stillness about the house, as if some one lay dead in it; and from morning to night the wind never ceased its melancholy complaining.
Of course this abnormal state of things could not last.

Sunshine came next day, and the young ladies were themselves again.

The preparations for the treble wedding must begin in earnest now--shopping, dressmakers, milliners, jewellers, all had to be seen after.