three o'clock
Something in his father 's manner touched Wilford closely , making him resolve anew that if Kitty were not happy as Mrs. Cameron it should not be his fault . His mother had said all she wished to say , while his sisters had been gracious enough to send their love to the bride , Bell hoping she would look as well in the poplin and little plaid as she had done . Either was suitable for the wedding day , Mrs. Cameron said , and she might take her choice , only Wilford must see that she did not wear with the poplin the gloves and belt intended for the silk ; country people had so little taste , and she did want Katy to look well , even if she were not there to see her . And with his brain a confused medley of poplins and plaids , belts and gloves , pearls and Katy , Wilford finally tore himself away , and at three o'clock that afternoon drove through Silverton village , past the little church which the Silverton maidens were decorating with flowers , pausing a moment in their work to look at him as he went by . Among them was Marian Hazelton , but she did not look up , she only bent lower over her work , thus hiding the tear which dropped from the delicate buds she was fashioning into the words , `` Joy to the Bride , '' intending the whole as the center of the wreath to be placed over the altar just where all could see it . `` The handsomest man I ever saw , '' was the verdict of most of the girls as they came hack to their work , while Wilford drove on to the farmhouse where Katy had been so anxiously watching for him . When he came in sight , however , and she knew he was actually there , she ran away to hide her blushes and the feeling of awe which had come suddenly over her for the man who was to be her husband .