“A little bird told me,” laughed Lily; “but if he hadn’t, I could have guessed it from your face, Doris. People don’t look so joyous over spring wardrobes and summer plans.”
“Well, maybe you’re right, Lily. I guess I do look rather happy—for I am!”
“Do tell us when it is coming off, Doris,” begged Alice. “And all about it.”
“The date is set for the first of June, and I’m going to have a church wedding—with quite a large reception afterwards. You must all come!”
“Don’t worry!” cried Florence. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
“Marie Louise is to be my maid-of-honor,” continued Doris, “and Mae and Marjorie my bridesmaids—at least if Marj will; for I haven’t had a chance to ask her yet.”
“I’ll be delighted,” said Marjorie, flattered by the invitation.
“And you’re going to live in Philadelphia,” added Lily. “That will be nice for Marie Louise, won’t it?”
“It surely will,” replied the girl, an attractive young woman with blond hair and blue eyes. She looked adoringly at Doris, as if she already regarded her as a sister.
“Have you bought the house yet?” asked Alice.