`` 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 . Nothing was wanted but the wreath to make it quite perfect , and when Marie returned , after a long search , with no forget-me-nots , Belle was in despair . `` Wear natural ones , '' suggested a sympathizing friend . But another hunt among greenhouses was as fruitless as that among the milliners ' rooms . No forget-me-nots could be found , and Marie fell exhausted into a chair , desolated at what she felt to be an awful calamity . `` Let me have the carriage , and I 'll ransack the city till I find some , '' cried Belle , growing more resolute with each failure . Marnma was deep in preparations for the ball , and could not help her afflicted daughter , though she was much disappointed at the mishap . So Belle drove off , resolved to have her flowers whether there were any or not . Any one who has ever tried to match a ribbon , find a certain fabric , or get anything done in a hurry , knows what a wearisome task it sometimes is , and can imagine Belle 's state of mind after repeated disappointments . She was about to give up in despair , when some one suggested that perhaps the Frenchwoman , Estelle Valnor , might make the desired wreath , if there was time .
Away drove XXXXX , and , on entering the room , gave a sigh of satisfaction , for a whole boxful of the loveliest forget-me-nots stood upon the table .
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