“I suppose you will want them all to stay to supper,” Mrs. Wood said; “and you know our dining-room is small. Suppose that you don’t ask Gerald and Myrtie.”
“Oh, Mother!” Eunice exclaimed.
And Kenneth echoed, “Oh, Mother!”
“I could ask them just for the ceremony,” Eunice said. “Lots of people are asked to the ceremony, who don’t come to the reception.”
“You’ll find that they’ll expect to stay, if they come. But of course you can do as you like. Perhaps they won’t mind being crowded.”
The invitations were written and sent that night.
“Mr. and Mrs. Overture-to-Zampa Wood request the honor of your presence, at the marriage of their daughter, Miss Bunny Grey, to Mr. Samuel Blueberry, Esquire, on Wednesday, September the 8th, at three o’clock in the afternoon.”
And they were directed to Miss Mary Bates and Kitten; Master Wyman Bates and Rabbits; Miss Myrtie Foster and Kitten, etc., and all were accepted with pleasure.
“MR. AND MRS. BLUEBERRY”