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“ Helen had suspected that there might be wedding presents and there were; but they surpassed her expectations in number, in beauty, and especially in the promptness of their arrival.
“Why!” lamented Helen, opening Aunt Loretta's spoons on Saturday, “there won't be anything left to live for except Edward, between now and next Wednesday. I think every gift I'm entitled to is already in this house. It's odd that everybody should have sent them so soon—particularly when the weather has been so outrageous. I'd swap Uncle Peter's soup ladle for a scrap of blue sky.” ”

“ To Susan's consternation, haphazard Helen announced that she intended to make all arrangements for the great event herself. Susan, having small faith in her sister's ability, hoped fervently that Helen would change her mind as the time approached; but Helen, with an exalted, if somewhat mistaken idea of saving detail-loving Susan extra worry and labor, was firm.
“No,” said Helen, “it's my wedding and I'm going to do the planning—that is, what little planning there is to do. It's all nonsense to make a great big fuss getting ready for a ten minutes' ceremony. ”

“ It was Susan, not Helen, who worried herself thin planning a Sunday School picnic. It was Susan, too, who had had nervous prostration after arranging a booth for a church bazaar.
“What's the use,” light-hearted Helen would ask, “of planning things so carefully? If one doesn't make plans there won't be any to gang agley—whatever that is. When I keep house I sha'n't keep saying, 'Now, to-morrow will be Monday and I must do so and so,' or 'To-morrow will be Tuesday and I must do this and that.' I shall let all my to-morrows take care of themselves.” ”