green
arch.
Mother and
sisters
gathered
close, as
if loath
to give
Meg up.
The
fatherly
voice
broke more
than once,
which only
seemed to
make the
service
more
beautiful
and
solemn.
The
bridegroom’s
hand
trembled
visibly,
and no one
heard his
replies.
But Meg
looked
straight
up in her
husband’s
eyes, and
said, “I
will!”
with such
tender
trust in
her own
face and
voice that
her
mother’s
heart
rejoiced
and Aunt
March
