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Lunch was served on the porch, for the tables for the wedding supper / were already spread in the dining-room, and Alec had locked the doors / that nothing might disturb its perfect order.
"I think we are really going to be able to avoid that last wild rush / which usually accompanies home weddings," said Mrs. Sherman, as they sat / leisurely talking over the dessert. "Usually the bridesmaids' gloves are / missing, or the bride's slippers have been packed into one of the trunks / and sent on ahead to the depot. But this time I have tried to have / everything so perfectly arranged that the wedding will come to pass as / quietly and naturally as a flower opens. I want to have everything give / the impression of having _bloomed_ into place."