The roads were smooth as glass, Father was a fast driver
“After dinner we sat by the sitting-room fire and Aunt Louisa cut paper dolls out of stiff writing paper for me and made pink tissue paper dresses for them. The dresses were pasted on. I could not take them off and put them on as Alice and Pink do theirs.
“As she worked, Aunt Louisa asked me about everything at home and about Belle’s clothes and the wedding.
“‘Has she got her wedding dress made yet?’ she asked.
“‘No, ma’am’, I replied, ‘she says she can’t bear to cut into it. She hates the very sight of it.’
“‘Well, I declare!’ exclaimed Aunt Louisa in surprise.
“‘It doesn’t become her,’ I explained carefully. ‘She says it makes her look a sickly green.’ And then I went on to tell Aunt Louisa everything they had all said, and ended up with, ‘Belle says she won’t hold John to his promise to marry her until he has seen her in that yellow dress.’
“‘What does she wear it for if she doesn’t like it?’ asked Aunt Louisa tartly.