baby just out of its bath, his starched sleeves two white billows against the white billows of marguerites on the altar, and Dr. Marsh, well laundered, too, looking as if he were going to give some one a nice but solemn surprise. They moved into sunlight falling through stained glass, and were wrapped in celestial crazy quilts of colored light.
The bridegroom and best man.
"The voice that breathed o'er E-ee-dun,
That earl-yust wedding day,
The primul marridge ble-uh-sing
It hahth not pahssed away."
That earl-yust wedding day,
The primul marridge ble-uh-sing
It hahth not pahssed away."
The choir was rocking slowly by, splitting, filing into choir stalls.
"Still in the pure espow-ow-sul
Of Chris-chun mahn and maid"
Of Chris-chun mahn and maid"
Will she have her head down-drooping like a flower, Uncle Johnnie wondered, or bravely uplifted?
Bravely uplifted. Going into battle with all flags flying.
