“Are you all fixed?” said Dade, “with
“‘Something old and something new,
Something borrowed and something blue?’”
The bridesmaids looked up with lips apart, awaiting the answer to this all-important question.
“My handkerchief is old,” said Emily, holding in her fingers a bit of point lace that had been her mother’s, “and—let’s see—well, I’m pretty much all new to-night.” She glanced down at her gown. “Something borrowed—I have nothing borrowed.” She looked up soberly, her eyes wide.
“Something blue?” one of the girls asked, though the first question had not been disposed of.
“Yes, if you’d bean me, running all that blue baby-ribbon in her chemise, you’d think so,” said Dade.
The bride blushed.
“But something borrowed,” one of the others insisted.
“Yes, something borrowed,” assented Emily. “What can I borrow, I wonder?” She looked about helplessly.
“Oh say, girls!” one of the bridesmaids exclaimed, “she must have a coin in her slipper!” And the whole bevy chorused its happy acquiescence. Emily, with the sudden air of a queen, unaccustomed to waiting on herself, commanded Dade: