It was perfectly successful, even to the sea cloak, a heavy cloth one, reaching from head to heel, having long sleeves and hood, and lined throughout with fur.
They took Mrs. Duncan to her door.
“There is one thing I would rather see than the wedding,” said Mrs. Duncan.
“And what is that?” inquired Augusta Walling.
“The circus at Haymore Court when Mr. Randolph Hay and his wife arrive there and meet Gentleman Geff and Miss Lamia Leegh.”
CHAPTER XI
A BLITHE BRIDAL
It was a splendid winter morning. The snow, which had fallen thickly during the night, was now frozen hard on the ground, the housetops and the trees, and sparkled like frosted silver sprinkled with diamond dust in the dazzling sunshine.
Mrs. Walling’s household was astir. They were to have an early family breakfast before dressing to go to church.
Mrs. Walling and her young protégée met in the breakfast room. Judy was pale and nervous.
“Good-morning, my dear. Do you see that the clouds have gone with the night? A good omen for you, according to the folklore—‘Blessed is the bride that the sun shines on,’” said the lady as she drew the girl to her bosom and pressed a kiss on her brow.