Then there was the table to see, and little helpful things to do for her mamma, while she arranged it; flowers to gather, a great bowl of fresh roses in the centre.
Then it was such a delight, after she and Florence were dressed, to watch her mamma get ready; to see her dainty laces, and hold her flowers ready for her to pin on.
At last the great moment really arrived, and she found herself stepping up the aisle with Rock, feeling a little embarrassment, though it was a very quiet wedding, only a few near friends being present; but she bore herself very bravely, holding her flower basket very tightly, and keeping time with her slippered feet to the wedding march.
She did not dare even to look at Rock, but kept her eyes steadfastly cast down.
She and Rock were the first to get back to the house, and when the new Mrs. Dallas reached there, Dimple rushed up to her and gave her a frantic hug, calling her "dear Aunt Dora;" then as frantic a hug was bestowed upon her uncle.
She danced through the rooms like a will-o'-the-wisp, hardly willing to sit at the table long enough to eat anything at all.
When the bridal pair drove away to the depot, a shower of rice and old shoes were flung after them by all the children, Bubbles included.
After the house was quiet again, Dimple, Florence and Rock sat talking it all over in the parlor.
"Were you frightened when you walked up the aisle?" asked Florence.
"A little; but I thought about looking at my slippers, and didn't see the people. Did I look all right?"