“No, no, you know I don’t think that, but it will be such a lovely thing to look forward to.”
“Your wedding, or my performance?”
“Stop teasing,” said Caro, giving her a gentle shake. “What are you going to do now?”
“I am going home to haul over the things in one of my mother’s trunks. Cousin Rindy has got to have something to wear to her party. I have told every one to dress up in her best, but, dear me, you know what Cousin Rindy’s best is. She hasn’t even the plainest sort of white frock to her name, just some old lawns and things, and I want to see her dressed up for once in her life.”
“What do you think you can find to dress her up in?” inquired Caro, who was deeply interested in the coming event.
“I think there is a black lace dress of Mother’s which will do. Dear Mother kept it to wear evenings when she went out to sing. She disposed of all her colored dresses when she went into mourning for my father.”
“And what shall you wear?”
“Cousin Rindy has made over for me the only white dress that Mother had. Dear Mother had worn out most of the other things, so there wasn’t much left that could be used, but I’m pretty sure of the black lace, and I think Cousin Rindy can wear it just as it is.”
“I am just crazy to see how she will look. When are you going to tell her, Ellen?”
“Not till the very day. You mustn’t fail me, Caro. You know you are to help serve the refreshments.”