apel, and at nine o'clock
Tris came in the yacht's boat for his bride and her parents. The boat
had been freshly painted white. The four sailors who were to row her
were in snow-white duck and blue caps and kerchiefs. Tris had on his
best uniform--blue broadcloth and gilt buttons. Tris was handsome
enough and proud and happy enough to have set off a fisher's suit of
blue flannel; but he trod like a prince and looked like a young
sea-god in his splendid array.

It had been thought best for the bride to go to St. Clair by sea.
There was no carriage available, and the walk to St. Clair was long
and apt to be wet from the last tide. And nobody wanted the
bride-dress to be soiled. Besides which, the sea-way gave the St.
Penfer people an opportunity to set her off with waving kerchiefs and
a thousand good wishes; and it also gave the people of St. Clair an
opportunity to welcome her in the same manner. Those who did not know
about such things and who were wickedly reckless concerning signs and
omens--which sailor and fisher folk never are--said this seaward road
to the church might have been avoided and the bride's gown kept
sweetly fresh and unruffled by Denas simply dressing in her own house.
But Denas knew well that it was unlucky; for the bride in her
bride-dress must go into her house before she comes out of it.

The chapel was crowded up to the pulpit steps, all but John's pew,
which was empty until the bride's party took possession of it. It was
a sight to make men and women happy only to look at Joan Penelles'
face. John tried to preserve a grave look, but Joan beamed upon every
man and woman present. When the little stir of their entrance had
subsided, then the Easter service went joyously on. It was known that
the wedding was to be solemnized between the sermon and the
benediction, and though the sermon was a very good one, all thought it
a little long that morning. For there is something about a bridal, and
a bride, and a bridegroom, that is perennially fresh and young.

But at length the happy moment arrived. Tris rose and offered his hand
to Denas. Then Denas also rose and let her long cloak fall down, and
put her bonnet off her head, and walked by Tris' side to the
communion table. John and Joan proudly followed. All with curious
interest watched the bride, for few then present had ever seen a bride
so bride-like. And well might the handsome sailor be proud of her as
she stood beside him robed in white, lustr