“Don’t you feel terribly dignified in this wonderful house?” asked Alice. “So grown-up—?”
“Only when the minister calls, or I am engaging a servant,” Mae replied. “But just with Tom or my own friends, I still feel like a kid.”
“And now tell us all about the wedding,” pleaded Lily, unwilling to wait even until they had removed their hats.
This of course was a subject upon which Mae was well versed and she gladly went into details, describing everything she could think of to her interested listeners. Finally she rose with the suggestion that the girls go to their rooms.
“And you really have a place for us all?” asked Alice, incredulously.
“Yes, indeed,” laughed Mae. “My one regret is that we couldn’t put the boys up. There are four of them, besides Mr. Remington—”
“When are they coming?” interrupted Lily.
“Not till tomorrow afternoon. I am planning a little dinner-dance, just with the crowd and two extra young men Tom is inviting to make the numbers come out even.”
“Oh, Mae!” exclaimed Marjorie. “You are making it so attractive that we will never want to go any further.”
“Suits me! Why not stay here for the rest of the summer?”