It was the first of September, a brilliant sunshiny autumn day. The light streamed fall into my chamber window, and upon the figure of Alice standing before it, with her white apron and her white cap, so intensely white under the sunshine. She was drawing out rolls of white ribbon, and holding them suspended in the light for me to see them. They were dazzling in their silken snowy lustre. It was difficult to make a choice while this bright day glorified them all. The room was not in disorder, yet it was littered everywhere with articles of dress. On my dining-table was a little open jewel-case with the bit of gold chain and the little diamond pendant which I had worn the first time I saw Harry--and the jewels were sparkling quietly, to themselves, in the shade. There were other ornaments, presents from him, lying beside this; and they made a subdued glow in the comparative dimness of that corner of the room. On my bed, catching a glance of sunshine, lay my bridal dress, its rich full folds and white brocaded flowers glistening in the light. On the little couch near the window were all the pretty things of lace which graced my _trousseau_--the veil arranged by Alice's own hand over a heap of rich purple silk which lay there for my approval, and which brought out to perfection the delicate pattern of the lace. And this was not all, for every chair held something--boxes of artificial flowers, so beautifully made, that it was impossible not to like them, exquisite counterfeits of nature--boxes of gloves, in delicate pale colors, fit for a bride--and last of all, this box of snowy-white ribbons, from which we found it so difficult to choose. People speak of the vanity of all these bridal preparations. I have heard often how foolish was all this display and bustle about a marriage. I do not think it. It is the one day in a woman's life when everything and every one should do her honor. As I stood with Alice in my bright room, half blinded with the intense light upon the white ribbons, I was pleased with all the things about me. I had license to like everything, and to be interested with all the additions to my wardrobe. Only once in one's life can one be _a bride_. And all these white, fine, shining dresses--all these flowers and draperies of lace and pretty ornaments--they are not minutes of vanity always, but expressions of a natural sentiment--and they were very pleasant to me. "I'll come out of the light, Miss Hester--here, dear, you can see them better now: though I like to see them shining in the sunshine. There is a beauty! will this one do?" "Do you think that is the best?" said I, "then I will take it, Alice; and some for your cap now; here is a satin one, and here is gauze, but I must choose them myself; and you are to have your silk gown made and wear it--you are not to put it away in your drawer."