Lizzie brought a dozen bread-and-butter-plates from the ten-cent store.  They were adorned with cupids and roses and much gilt.  But Lizzie was disappointed.  No display, no pomp and ceremony.  Just a simple white dress and white veil.  Lizzie did not understand that the veil had been in the Bailey family for generations, and that the dress was an heirloom also.  It was worn because Grandmother Bailey had given it to her, and told her she wanted her to wear it on her wedding-day.  Sweet and beautiful she looked as she turned to walk down the aisle on her husband’s arm, and she smiled at Grandmother Brady in a way that filled the grandmother’s heart with pride and triumph.  Elizabeth was not ashamed of the Bradys even among her fine friends.  But Lizzie grumbled all the way home at the plainness of the ceremony, and the lack of bridesmaids and fuss and feathers.

The social column of the daily papers stated that young Mr. and Mrs. George Benedict were spending their honeymoon in an extended tour of the West, and Grandmother Brady so read it aloud at the breakfast table to the admiring family.  Only Lizzie looked discontented: 

“She just wore a dark blue tricotine one-piece dress and a little plain dark hat.  She ain’t got a bit of taste.  Oh Boy!  If I just had her pocket book wouldn’t I show the world?  But anyhow I’m glad she went in a private car.  There was a little class to her, though if t’had been mine I’d uv preferred ridin’ in the parlor coach an’ havin’ folks see me and my fine husband.  He’s some looker, George Benedict is!  Everybody turns to watch ’em as they go by, and they just sail along and never seem to notice.  It’s all perfectly throwed away on ’em.  Gosh!  I’d hate to be such a nut!”

“Now, Lizzie, you know you hadn’t oughtta talk like that!” reproved her grandmother, “After her giving you all that money fer your own wedding.  A thousand dollars just to spend as you please on your cloes and a blow out, and house linens.  Jest because she don’t care for gewgaws like you do, you think she’s a fool.  But she’s no fool.  She’s got a good head on her, and she’ll get more in the long run out of life than you will.  She’s been real loving and kind to us all, and she didn’t have any reason to neither.  We never did much fer her.  And look at how nice and common she’s been with us all, not a bit high headed.  I declare, Lizzie, I should think you’d be ashamed!”

“Oh, well,” said Lizzie shrugging her shoulders indifferently, “She’s all right in her way, only ’taint my way.  And I’m thankful t’goodness that I had the nerve to speak up when she offered to give me my trousseau.  She askt me would I druther hav her buy it for me, or have the money and pick it out m’self, and I spoke up right quick and says, ’Oh, cousin Bessie, I wouldn’t think of givin’ ya all that trouble.  I’d take the money ef it’s all the same t’you,’ and she jest smiled and said all right, she expected I