roses in
hair and
bosom, and
all three
looked
just what
they were,
fresh-faced,
happy-hearted
girls,
pausing a
moment in
their busy
lives to
read with
wistful
eyes the
sweetest
chapter in
the
romance of
womanhood.
There were
to be no
ceremonious
performances,
everything
was to be
as natural
and
homelike
as
possible,
so when
Aunt March
arrived,
she was
scandalized
to see the
bride come
running to
welcome
and lead
her in, to
find the
bridegroom
fastening
up a
garland
that had
