As she stood there, with her eyes lowered, looking as though she had seen nothing, with the sun, which had brightened up the whole country round for her marriage, shining full on her, Bijou was enjoying to the full the bliss of living, of knowing herself beautiful, and of being beloved by everyone.
The sound of her Uncle Alexis' voice as he offered her his arm, and said: "Are you ready?" woke her up out of her ecstasy.
Very graceful and beautiful she looked, as she moved along to the music of the organ, which was pealing forth.
A cabman, who had gone inside the church to see "the wedding," exclaimed, as Bijou passed up the aisle:
"Bless my soul! but ain't she a pretty one—-the bride?"
Whereupon one of Farmer Lavenue's day-labourers replied:
"I believe you. And I can tell you what—she's as good as she is pretty—she is! And even better nor that!"