Of their all closing about Dora, when at last she begins to say good-bye, looking, with their bright colours and ribbons, like a bed of flowers. Of my darling being almost smothered among the flowers,and coming out, laughing and crying both together, to my jealous arms.
Of my wanting to carry Jip （who is to go along with us）, and Dora's saying no, that she must carry him, or else he'll think she don't like him any more, now she is married, and will break his heart. Of our going, arm in arm, and Dora stopping and looking back, and saying,'If I have ever been cross or ungrateful to anybody,don't remember it!' and bursting into tears.