I went to the wedding last night with the fixed purpose of remembering the gowns, etc., so that I might regale you with an account of the show, such as girls love. But alas, when the bridal party came up the aisle and the ceremony began, it was kind of solemn, and I got thinking of less frivolous things and don’t remember a single gown. The church was very prettily decorated with some sort of white flowers (I never was a botanist) and lots of green. That is a perfect word picture. The church was very well filled and the crowd was polite enough to keep its seats, so everyone could see very well, the procession going up one aisle and down the other. Prescott Slade was best man and looked so woebegone in the march out that I couldn’t resist murmuring, “Cheer up,” which had a good effect, as he smiled the rest of the way. Nannie Fricke looked very well, I thought, and it did me good to see how happy they both were. You probably know who the bridesmaids and ushers were, so I won’t fill up the letter with such details. Howard Slade spent the night with me, and he and Dave and I went to the reception. I tried to be attentive to one or two girls, but Dave persisted in hanging around till he cut me out, which wasn’t brotherly. The bridal couple departed to the usual accompaniment of rice and old shoes. I was in the hall at the time, well in the front rank, and the rice thrown by those behind lodged in my back hair. It might have been the shoes, though. I didn’t get a very good look at the presents, as there was quite a crowd in the room where they were displayed, but they seemed to have some very pretty silver and glass and there were a few etchings or engravings. You know they have taken a house in Hicks Street—near Bedford Place—and I suppose they had some furniture. After Herbert and Nannie had gone, there was dancing, but as Slade has also renounced the world, he and I dragged Dave home at eleven o’clock, so we only got two dances. I had the pleasure of congratulating Miss Noyes and Roller Salthis last night. Poor old Lloyd is sort of frozen out, isn’t he?