Everything else was wrapped in fine packing paper, and she concluded not to open anything until morning, although her curiosity was greatly excited.
She knelt and prayed long and fervently, for she felt very solemn in view of the important event that was to occur on the morrow.
Then she retired, and was soon sleeping peacefully and restfully, as only the pure and innocent can sleep.
But when the first rays of the sun streamed in at her window in the morning, she arose, and, after putting her room in perfect order, she opened the precious trunk and began to remove and undo the packages stored therein.
First, there was a long, flat box.
Opening it, she found a misty and ample veil of finest tulle, simply hemmed with a heavy thread of silk.
Then there was another smaller but deeper box, which contained a lovely wreath of pure white heath, with bouquets of the same mingled with lilies of the valley, for the corsage of her dress.
Still another, in which there was a pair of shining white satin boots, silken hose, and kid gloves, with a dainty handkerchief, fine and sheer as a cobweb.
Last, but not least, incased in several wrappings of soft white paper was the wedding-dress.
Virgie's face paled and flushed many times while she was undoing this, for many hopes were centered in it, and tears rose unbidden to her eyes when at last it was laid out on the bed before her.