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Updated: May 26, 2025
Grace's brown velvet bonnet, brown silk dress, and seal jacket were not exactly the prescribed attire for a bride; but with the hazel hair, smooth and shining, and the hazel eyes full of happy light, Grace looked very sweet and fair. Eeny, in pale silk and a pretty hat with a long white plume, looked fair as a lily and happy as a queen, and very proud of her post of bride-maid.
Well, I'll sail under bare poles, this once, to oblige you, bride-maid fashion; but this is the first and last time I do such a thing. Don't forget to make the signal when I'm to kiss Miss Lucy." My thoughts were not exactly in the vein to enjoy the embarrassment of Moses, and I silenced him by promising all he asked.
"And the bride-maid has been chosen from among the sweetest maidens of the Telemark?" "And the fairest, Mister Sylvius," added Joel, "for it is Mademoiselle Siegfrid of Bamble."
A full church, and some pretty women in it; among others, Beck Allen, who was a bride-maid to a new married couple that came to church to-day, and, which was pretty strange, sat in a pew hung with mourning for a mother of the bride's, which methinks should have been taken down. After dinner going out of the church saluted Mrs.
Do you know, Rose, I should not be surprised if he accomplished his destiny yet, and became papa's son-in-law." Rose looked up, breathlessly, thinking only of herself. "Impossible, Kate! What do you mean?" "Not at all impossible, I assure you. Eeny was my bride-maid, and you have no idea how pretty she looked; and so Monsieur La Touche seemed to think, by the very marked attention he paid her.
I'll be bride-maid now, and your protector from the lovely Blanche in the future." She kept her word. In spite of Miss Oleander's dislike, she was first bride-maid when the eventful day arrived. But fairer than the bride, fairest of the rosy bevy of bride-maids, shone blue-eyed Mollie Dane. A party of speechless admirers stood behind, chief among them Hugh Ingelow.
The woman uttered a cry at sight of her, and caught her impetuously by the arm. "Mad girl! have you forgotten what I told you? Would you marry that man?" "Marry what man? What do you mean? I am not going to marry any man to-day. It is you who have gone mad, I think." "Why, then, do you wear those bridal robes?" "Bride-maid robes, if you please.
The first thing to be done was to select the bride's maid of honor. That proved an easy matter, however, for Hulda's choice was already made. The bride-maid, of course, must be Hulda's intimate friend, Farmer Helmboe's daughter. Her father was a prominent man, and the possessor of a very comfortable fortune.
This is the custom in Norway, where these pleasant duties are generally reserved for married women, so it was rather on Joel's account that Siegfrid Helmboe was to serve Hulda Hansen in this capacity. A question of vital importance to the bride-maid as well as to the bride, is the toilet to be worn on the day of the wedding.
Siegfrid, the pretty bride-maid, her father, Farmer Helmboe, Joel, her affianced husband, and even Dame Hansen, who was no longer haunted by a fear of Sandgoist. Perhaps the reader will ask whether all these friends and guests Messrs.
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