four o'clock
Then there were the dainty flower girl , little Kate , the charming maid of honor , Billy , the stalwart , handsome best man , Bertram , to say nothing of the delicately beautiful bride , who looked like some fairy visitor from another world in the floating shimmer of her gossamer silk and tulle . There was , too , not quite unnoticed , the bridegroom ; tall , of distinguished bearing , and with features that were clear cut and-to-day-rather pale . Then came the reception -- the `` women and confusion '' of Cyril 's fears -- followed by the going away of the bride and groom with its merry warfare of confetti and old shoes . At four o'clock , however , with only William and Bertram remaining for guests , something like quiet descended at last on the little house . `` Well , it 's over , '' sighed Billy , dropping exhaustedly into a big chair in the living-room . `` And _ well _ over , '' supplemented Aunt Hannah , covering her white shawl with a warmer blue one . `` Yes , I think it was , '' nodded Kate .