Little Snow’s work on the napkins wuz done, and the cat stitch almost completed—a few stitches only of the cat remained to do, then they would be done.
Maggie had completed her pretty embroidered covers, and they lay folded up on top of a pretty sashay-bag of sweet perfumery in the bureau-draws of the handsome chamber set, and that wuz all packed away in a strong box ready for the voyage.
The weddin’ dress had come home all finished, even to the pretty lace in the neck and sleeves.
It wuz white mull, and I knew Genieve would look like a picture in it.
“EVERYTHING WUZ READY.”
CHAPTER XVII.
AT last the time come, as every time will come if you wait long enough for it—the time had come when the colony wuz to embark for their new home.