CHAPTER VIII.

It is just a week before the wedding-morning. Aunt Jo and Pauline are discussing the bill of fare for the breakfast; Addie is lying on a sofa by the open window, languidly reading the newspaper. "You have quite made up your mind then, Addie?" asks the elder lady. "You won't have any one at the ceremony but just our immediate circle--not even your Aunt and Uncle Beecher?" "Quite!" answers Addie sharply. "I'll have no one but you and the boys, Polly and Lottie--not another soul. I'll be married in my traveling-dress,…