"Well now, I dunno," said Matthew.
"Why, a bride, of course-a bride all in white with a lovely misty veil.
I've never seen one, but I can imagine what she would look like.
I don't ever expect to be a bride myself.
I'm so homely nobody will ever want to marry me-unless it might be a foreign missionary.
I suppose a foreign missionary mightn't be very particular.
But I do hope that some day I shall have a white dress.
That is my highest ideal of earthly bliss.
I just love pretty clothes.
And I've never had a pretty dress in my life that I can remember-but of course it's all the more to look forward to, isn't it? And then I can imagine that I'm dressed gorgeously.