Mrs. Milo was at once mollified. "I hope," she went on gently, "that Mr.
Farvel didn't have to know why Hattie is being married here instead of in
Buffalo."
Sue made a comical face. "I explained," she began roguishly, "that the
Rectory is—er—neutral territory."
"Neutral," repeated Hattie, with a hint of bitterness.
Once more a jealous light had crept into Mrs. Milo's blue eyes. "Why should you give Mr. Farvel the confidences of the family?" she demanded.
"I had to." Sue threw up helpless hands. "Mr. Balcome refused to walk down the aisle with Mrs. Balcome after the ceremony. That meant no Church. Then he refused to have her stand beside him in here. But he can't refuse to gather on the lawn!"
"Sue," said Hattie, "you have a trusting nature."
"But what's he afraid of?" Sue asked. "She wouldn't bite him."
"Who wouldn't bite who?"
The three turned toward the vestibule door. A large person was entering—a lady, in an elaborate street gown of a somewhat striking plum-color, crowned by an ample hat with spreading, fern-like plumes. About her throat was a veritable cascade of white crêpe collar; and against the crêpe, carried high, and appearing not unlike a decoration, was a tiny buff-and-black dog.
"Ah, my dear!" cried Mrs. Milo, warmly.