Down in the bottom, though,
we saw a long white dress with lots of lace on it and a man's
dark Sunday suit.
Miss Lida Belle caught her breath. "Nannie! It's their
wedding clothes! Is there a white shirt?"
"I'm afraid not."
"This other trunk is slam empty, Nannie."
Mama pulled out a wrinkled black coat and a pair of pants and
handed them to Miss Lida Belle. Then she laid the wedding dress
and the dead roses back in place.
"Move your fingers, Bandershanks. This heavy lid could cut
them off."
"Well, Wes's got two white shirts. I'll just go get one o'
them. He'll never miss it, but don't say nothin', Nannie."
"You want Jodie to take you home in the buggy?"
"Naw, naw. I'll cut through the woods. It's not more'n a
quarter of a mile."
While Miss Lida Belle was gone, Mama set Miss Ophelia's
ironing board up on the backs of two straight chairs and put two
flatirons on the kitchen stove to heat. But she couldn't find
Miss Ophelia's cake of beeswax.
Aunt Vic knew what to do. She just stepped out in the back
yard and broke off a few little sprigs from a cedar tree.
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