“ ’Tis thy marriage morning, shining in the sun!”
Two white and white-swathed brides were coming slowly down the great staircase of Cresswell Oaks, and two white and black-clothed bridegrooms awaited them. Either bridegroom looked gladly at the flow of his sister’s garments and almost darkly at his bride’s. For Helen was decked in Parisian splendor, while Mary was gowned in the Fleece.
“ ’Tis thy marriage morning, shining in the sun!”
Up floated the song of the little dark-faced children, and Zora listened.