She was a tall , stately young girl with the dark grey Gordon eyes and the pure creaminess of colouring , flawless as a lily petal . Her face was a very sweet one , and the simple white dress she wore became her dainty , flowerlike beauty as nothing elaborate could have done . `` I 'm not going to put on my veil until the last moment , '' she said laughingly . `` I would feel married right away if I did . And oh , Mother dear , is n't it too bad ? My roses have n't come . Father is back from the station , and they were not there . I am so disappointed . Romney ordered pure white roses because I said a Gordon bride must carry nothing else . Come in '' -- as a knock sounded at the door . Laura Burton , Juliet 's cousin and bridesmaid , entered with a box . `` Juliet dear , the funniest little red-headed girl with the most enormous freckles has just brought this for you . I have n't an idea where she came from ; she looked like a messenger from pixy-land . '' Juliet opened the box and gave a cry . `` Oh , Mother , look -- look ! What perfect roses ! Who could have sent them ? Oh , here 's a note from -- from -- why , Mother , it 's from Cousin Corona . '' `` My dear child , '' ran the letter in Miss Corona 's fine , old-fashioned script . `` I am sending you the Gordon bride roses .
The rose-tree has bloomed for the first time XXXXX twenty years , my dear , and it must surely be in honour of your wedding day .
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