"Oh, no, she's not; she's here." There stood Ellen, in her bridesmaid's
dress, all smiles. She came bustling into the room--in that bustling
way she always has. "Well, my children, how are you? And how's the
sweet young bride? You told me to be here by ten--ready dressed--and
here I am. What do you think of it?" She turned and twisted herself
about so as to show off her dress. "It's a bit tight under the arms and
a shade loose in the back, but it's not so bad. Am I the first? Where
are Bertha and Constance?"