Madget took it.
"My baby dolly!" she cried.
As Elizabeth started downstairs again, she heard Peggy's voice.
"You don't need to telephone," Peggy cried, from the sitting room, "I came and I brought the bride along with me, what there is left of her."
"I didn't know it was going to be quite so much trouble to be married," Ruth Farraday was saying, "perhaps if I had, I wouldn't have attempted it."
"Well, this is the last marriage I can ever have in my family," Peggy said, "unless I ever take the fatal step myself, which I won't. You're just the same, aren't you, Elizabeth? You can only have one outside of your own."
"I don't think Buddy will ever marry," Elizabeth said, looking at Ruth Farraday.
"My son is coming to-morrow or the next day," Mrs. Swift said, hastily, "we hope that Cape Cod is really going to make him well again."
"He'll be here in time for the wedding," Peggy said, "if he is invited."
"We were planning to have only the family," Ruth said, "but not having two sisters to add the proper touch of picturesqueness, I asked Elizabeth to stand with Peggy."