And right here for about the first time in her life Bumble showed efficiency.
“Yes,” she said, “I will. Come along, Patty, and take it easy. There’s lots of time before seven o’clock, and you’ve nothing to do but dress. Come along with your old reliable,—your standby, the steady-going Bumble.”
Relieved to get away from Rose’s fluster and hurry, Patty went with Helen.
“I’ve got to do it, Bumble,” she said, as if by way of apology. “I can’t stay here and let him go away, so I’m going, too——”
“Sure you are,” and Helen nodded, understandingly. “And, oh, by the way, Patty, where’s your wedding gown?”
“That’s so! Where is it?” and Patty began to look over her frocks in the wardrobe. “This rose-coloured one, I think.”
“Nixy; white, if it’s only a tub frock! Let’s see your white ones. Ah, here we are!” Helen took down a white chiffon, daintily embroidered, and pronounced it the very thing.
Patty dressed at once, saying laughingly that Bill might make an even earlier start than now planned.
And just as the bride-to-be completed her toilette, a commotion down stairs announced the arrival of her father and Nan.
“What are you doing here?” she cried, in amazement.