"That's all there is to the bookcase. It can be taken to pieces in ten
minutes and packed flat and shipped from Rosemont to Oklahoma with some
chance of its reaching there unbroken; and it can be set up in another
ten minutes. What do you say?"
There wasn't a dissenting voice, and they were so pleased with the
scheme that they went to Mr. Atwood's that very afternoon, looked at
the wood, talked over the finish, and left the order. It was so simple
that the maker thought that he could have it done before the wedding
and he agreed to take it apart and pack it for shipment so that there
would be no danger of its not making its journey safely.
The wedding day was a trifle too warm, Dorothy thought as she gazed out
early in the morning and considered the flowers that must be set in
place several hours before the time when they were to be seen.
"We must take care not to have them look like those dandelions in the
book wedding that began so joyously and ended all in a wizzle," she
murmured, and she was more than ever glad that they had taken the
precaution to pick them the day before and have them in water.
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