“Oh,” was all she could gasp at her radiant image.
“Sue, ready for you,” called Mrs. Herold gently—“Reverend McKenzie is here and we’re about ready. You girls look so fresh and sweet.” Mrs. Herold looked sweet herself.
“Thank you,” from all five. They had brought the ensemble idea home from camp—when one spoke all spoke.
“Now, run along, Sue—careful——”
Sue met the pianist and soloist in the upstairs hall and the three quietly moved downstairs.
A—A—A—squeak, squeak, E—E—E—A—D—G—plink, plink.
The four girls giggled as they heard Sue tuning her violin. Dottie put her fingers in her ears and grimaced.
At the first strain of Cadman’s “At Dawning” every trace of grin disappeared. A strange quiet pervaded the whole house. Voices hushed to a whisper, then died altogether. Fans ceased fluttering—“When the dawn flames in the sky, I love you—” The whole assembly had caught its breath in a lover’s knot.
The bridal party assembled in the hall—all but Miss Jane. Her door was still closed. The minister, Dick and his best man had remained downstairs They were to enter from the dining room and Dick would meet Miss Jane at the foot of the stairs and give her his arm.
Mimi gripped Dot’s arm.