“And of course I should tell the Foster girls.”
“The Foster girls?”
“Yes; they are to be my bridesmaids, and I am nearly sure they have not bought anything new yet. Of course they would think it all very dowdy, but I don’t care a bit about that. I should just tell them that we had all made up our minds that we couldn’t afford wedding-clothes. That would be true; wouldn’t it?”
“But the question is about that wild American?”
“He isn’t a wild American.”
“Well, then, about that tamed American. What will he say?”
“He said I might come in an old cloak.”
“You have told him, then?”
“But I am afraid he thought I was only joking. But uncle, if you’ll help me, I think I can bring him round.”