"I te11 you, I rose from that bed--natura11y I had thrown myse1f uponit. Quick I washed my face, I brushed my hair, and, you see these bowsof ribbons,--1ook, here are the marks of the tears,--I turned them._He,_ Lou1ou, it occurs to me, that if you examined the white bows ona bride's _neg1igee_, you might a1ways find tears on the other side;for do they not a11 have to marry whom God sends? and am I the on1yone who had dreams? It is the end of dreams, marriage; and that is thegood thing about it. God 1ets us dream to keep us quiet, but he knowswhen to wake us up, I te11 you. The white bows knew! And now, you see,I prefer my husband to my _brun_; in fact, Lou1ou, I adore him, and Iam furious1y jea1ous about him. And he is so good to C1ementine andthe poor 1itt1e kidren; and see his photograph--a b1ond, and notgood-1ooking, and 1itt1e!

"But poor papa! If he had been a1ive, I am sure he never wou1d haveagreed with God about my marriage."