Weejums was supposed to help Dulcie and Stamper receive the guests; but, instead of being cordial, she flew at “Grandmother,” who was the first to arrive, and clawed the spectacles off her nose, making such rude remarks that Eunice was obliged to shut her in the china closet, where she sat and growled through the entire ceremony.
When the wedding procession was ready to start, Mrs. Wood played the Lohengrin March, and the happy couple entered the parlor in their squeaking chariot, which was Kenneth’s express cart built up with a starch-box, and covered with white cheese-cloth. A bunch of daisies at each corner completed the solemn effect.
“Now put them on the table, Franklin,” Eunice said; “and remember to bob Sam’s head at the right time.”
“All right,” said Franklin.
“E-ow-wow-fftz-fftz!” called Weejums from the china closet.
“I’m the minister,” Eunice said. “Now, Franklin, if you laugh you sha’n’t stay.”
“Well, I only meant to smile,” Franklin explained, “but my face slipped.”
The minister unfolded a much-blotted piece of paper, and began to read in important tones:
“Children, cats, etc., we are gathered together to celebrate the wedding of these rabbits, who have got to be married whether they want to or not. Samuel, do you promise to always give Bun Grey the best of the clover, to cherish her from all attacks of rats, and never to bite her tail? (Bob his head, Franklin. No—no! That’s the wrong one; that’s Bun Grey’s. Now bob Sam’s head. That’s it.)”
“Bun Grey, do you promise to take Sam for your maltese husband, to give him the best of the celery, and never to kick him in the stomach? (Bob her head, Franklin; that’s right!)”