She could hear the woman return and when she saw what the old woman was wearing Bluebelle was relieved. For the old woman wore a wedding dress, high at the knees and low at the back, sleeves puffed like a well baked crust. It was far too big for her but Bluebelle said the right words, glad that she was not meant to be the bride. 'You must take me in,' the bride said, handing Bluebelle the pin cushion.

She could hear the…

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