"Mamma, it is too lovely I and you are very kind to do so much for
me. How shall I ever thank you?"
"By putting it right on to see if it fits; and when you wear it look
your happiest, that I may be proud of my pretty daughter."
Mamma got no further, for Marie uttered a French shriek, wrung her
hands, and then began to burrow wildly in the trunk and among the
papers, crying distractedly:
"Great Heavens, madame! the wreath has been forgotten! What an
affliction! Mademoiselle's enchanting toilette is destroyed without
the wreath, and nowhere do I find it."
In vain they searched; in vain Marie wailed and Belle declared it
must be somewhere; no wreath appeared. It was duly set down in the
bill, and a fine sum charged for a head-dress to match the dainty
forget-me-nots that looped the fleecy skirts and ornamented the
bosom of the dress. It had evidently been forgotten; and mamma
despatched Marie at once to try and match the flowers, for Belle
would not hear of any other decoration for her beautiful blonde
hair.
The dress fitted to a charm, and was pronounced by all beholders the
loveliest thing ever seen.
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