I do not believe white is _de rigueur_ in
her case. You know, she went from the casket scene to the
altar. If she was like me, she did not venture to anticipate
good fortune by putting on a bridal dress till she knew she
would want it."
"Perhaps that is correct," said Preston.
"How come you to know so much about the dresses?" said the
lady. "That is commonly supposed to be woman's function."
"I am general manager, Mrs. Sandford, and obliged to act out
of character."
"You seem to understand yourself very well. Priscilla! — we
have no dress for her."
"It will have to be made."
"Yes. Who is there to make it?"
The seamstress was now summoned, and the orders were given for
Priscilla's dress, to be made to fit Daisy. It was very
amusing, the strait-cut brown gown, the plain broad vandyke of
white muslin, and etceteras that Mrs. Sandford insisted on.
"She will look the part extremely well. But are you going to
give her nothing but Fortitude and Prudence, Preston? is Daisy
to do nothing gayer."
"Yes ma'am — she is to be the queen of the Persian king here —
what is his name? Ahasuerus! She is Esther."
Daisy opened her lips to say no, but Preston got her into his
arms, and softly put his hand upon her mouth before
she could speak the word.
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