He looked beautiful, – and so did I."Īt this artless bit of vanity, the girls smiled, but all agreed that grandma was right, as they looked at the portraits with fresh interest. Joe wore his uniform, and I tied up his hair with a white satin ribbon. Hair over a cushion with white roses, and the pearl necklace, just as you see up there. My wedding gown was white lutestring, full trimmed with old lace. Dreadful slack, my mother thought, but I didn't care. "I said 'Yes, Joe,' and then – well, never mind that bit – we were married in June, and I spun and wove my wedding things afterward. I didn't seem to mind, and spun away till he pointed to it, saying, with the look that always made me meek as a lamb, 'May it stand so, my little Betsey?' Joe came and sat by me, and, as we talked over our adventure, he cut that true lover's knot between the letters. As grandma paused, the girls cried out with one voice: "Yes, we do! we like it best.
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