ressing unassisted.

Mr. Force, in a little closet adjoining his wife's room, was shaved and
brushed and polished up by Jake, his "body servant."

Mrs. Force, with the assistance of her maid Luce, first dressed her
daughter Odalite, and seating her on her large easy chair, left her while
she dressed herself.

Miss Meeke, in the children's room, first made their toilets and then her
own.

By half-past nine o'clock all the women of the family were assembled in
the drawing room waiting for the gentlemen and the carriages.

The white, cold, still bride wore a trained dress of white velvet, made
high in the neck and long in the sleeves, and trimmed with swansdown; a
wreath of orange blossoms; a veil of white Spanish lace. A servant stood
near her holding a large white fur cloak, with hood and muff, to be worn
in the carriage.

The two little bridesmaids wore dresses of white cashmere, also made with
high neck and long sleeves, and trimmed with white satin. They carried
large white woolen wraps, to be worn in the carriage.

Mrs. Force wore a rich purple velvet dress, with a bonnet to match, and an
India shawl.

Miss Meeke wore a dark brown silk, and brown velvet jacket and hat.

The gentlemen appeared, and the carriages were announced almost at the
same moment.

"Have you had foot-warmers put in the ladies' coach?" inquired Mr. Force
of the servant in attendance.

"Yes, sah, an' in all ob 'em," the man replied.

"Come, my dear," the father said, taking the white fur cloak from the
waiting woman and wrapping it carefully around his daughter before leading
her out.

Col. Anglesea gave his arm to Mrs. Force, and Le to Miss Meeke, while the
two little girls followed arm in arm.

Three carriages were drawn up before the house.

The bride-elect, with her father and mother, occupied the first; the two
young bridesmaids, with their governess, the second; and the bridegroom,
with his groomsman, the third.

And in this order they left the house and took the road leading to All
Faith Church.

It was a clear, cold, bright winter day. Their road went through bare
woods, up and down rolling hills, and across frozen creeks.

In the foremost carriage Odalite sat wrapped, as to her person, in
manifold white furs; as to her spirit, in a dreamy reverie.

"Are you cold, dear?" her father inquired, anxiously.

"No, papa."

"Are you not feeling well?"

"Oh, yes, papa."

"You are so very quiet," Mr. Force said.

"Th