two o'clock
cried Jennie Stone , just then coming into the room in her traveling dress , fresh from the hands of her maid and Aunt Kate . `` How do I look , girls ? '' The bride 's appearance drove everything else out of her friends ' minds for the time being . It was two o'clock and the automobiles were at the door . The bridal couple , attended by bridesmaids , the best man , the ushers , and other close friends , departed for the dock amid showers of rice and a bombardment of old shoes which littered Madison Avenue for half a block and kept even the policemen on special duty for the occasion , dodging ! They all trooped aboard the steamship where arrangements had been made to have the passports of the bride and groom examined . Mr. Stone had done everything well , as he always did .