“Oh mother, tell me.”
“Betsy came over awhile ago and said her uncle wanted her to say that he specially wanted you to go with Betsy as her guest, and he added that he would not feel himself really married unless you were there to see that the contract was carried out properly.”
“Isn’t that just like him?” Elizabeth laughed. “I do love Mr. Robert, although he will never get done teasing me about contracts. I love so many people, mother. Everyone is so perfectly lovely to me; I mean everyone except aunt Eunice. I am so happy, that I could even love her if she would let me.”
“Bless your heart, child, I believe you could,” replied her mother, kissing her.
“May I wear my yellow dress to the wedding?” inquired Elizabeth. “Will it be suitable, mother?”
“I was thinking of a new white one, but if you would rather wear the yellow I have no objection.”
“I think I would rather,” agreed Elizabeth. “I suppose there is no chance of my being so favored as to have a new hat,” she added wistfully.
“Why, my dear, I don’t know. I will do my best. What would you like?”
“Oh, if I could have a yellowish one with nasturtiums on it I would love it.”
“Well, dear, I cannot promise, but I will do my best. I realize that it is an important occasion, but you see there are so many things to get for Kathie’s bridesmaid dress, that I am afraid you must come out at the little end of the horn.”