Dick quickly had the wrapper off, unfolding something woolleny. "That's it!" cried Dave, jubilantly. "I thought so. Mine was the same, except that Belle's name was ahead of Laura's on the card." Dick felt almost dazed for an instant. Then a quick rush of color came to his face. The object that he held was a bulky, substantial, woven "sweater."

We stopped at Fontdale a-cousining. I have a veil, a beautiful have, did I say? Alas! Troy was. But I must not anticipate a beautiful veil of brown tissue, none of your woolleny, gruff fabrics, fit only for penance, but a silken gossamery cloud, soft as a baby's check. Yet everybody fleers at it. Everybody has a joke about it.

We stopped at Fontdale a-cousining. I have a veil, a beautiful HAVE, did I say? Alas! Troy WAS. But I must not anticipate a beautiful veil of brown tissue, none of your woolleny, gruff fabrics, fit only for penance, but a silken, gossamery cloud, soft as a baby's cheek. Yet everybody fleers at it. Everybody has a joke about it.