"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue , and a silver sixpence in your shoe," said McKenna.
"Something old? You've not found Old Mrs. Forthright, have you?" Sassy asked.
"Nay, but I did find this." McKenna opened her hand and let Sassy see the simple gold locket. "'Twas my mother's and she would want you to have it. I believe it belonged to her mother."
"I cannae, McKenna. You must wear it on your wedding day."
"When I marry, you can give it back and then it will be something old for me to wear."
"And I have this for you," said Flora. "'Tis a silver sixpence for your shoe, from Cameron and I." She opened her arms and hugged her new sister-in-law to be, whom she was becoming very fond of.
McKenna frowned. "Now, the dress and the flowers are new…let me see, something is missing. Ah yes, something borrowed."
"I suppose she could borrow my ribbon," Cathleen said. "She must give it back though, 'tis the first ribbon I ever did have."
Millie smiled, "'Tis blue too, as I recall. We shall weave it in her hair with the veil."
"Perfect," McKenna said.
Sarah abruptly opened the door to Sassy's bedroom and came in, holding a piece of paper out to her. "Mr. Hannish said to bring it to you. Judge Martin signed it and you are officially Miss Leesil Covington. Your marriage will be perfectly legal now."
Sassy slowly unfolded the document, read her name and smiled. "And Cathleen?"
"There is one for her too," Sarah answered.
"I wish Donnel were here to see it." Sassy quickly stood up. "I must show it to Blanka."
"You must not," McKenna warned. "Hannish might see you and 'tis bad luck."
"I will take it to her if you like," said Sarah.
Sassy grinned. "Thank you, please do and give her a hug from me."
Hannish was nearly dressed when someone knocked on his bedroom door. Alistair quickly answered it and let Cameron in. Cameron handed his brother a bundle wrapped in brown paper and tied with string.
"What's this?" Hannish asked.
"Open it and see." Cameron winked at Alistair and grinned when his brother opened the package and caught his breath. "I wore it at my wedding and now 'tis your turn."
"Father's kilt?"
"And his father's before him and his father's, and so on and so forth. I had it cleaned just before we sailed, although I did not think you would need it quite so soon. If Alistair will accommodate us, perhaps he might quickly iron the wrinkles out." Alistair happily nodded, took the kilt and the extra measure of cloth, and hurried out of the room.