“This will quiet you, my dear.”
Odalite took it with a smile and put it between her lips.
The door opened and Wynnette and Elva came in in their nightdresses.
They had “resigned” themselves “to the inevitable,” especially as they saw that Le had ceased to grieve over it, and had even consented to be the groomsman, while they were to be the bridesmaids.
“I am sure, if Le don’t mind it, we needn’t,” said Wynnette.
“And, oh, what beautiful dresses we have to wear!” added Elva.
Now they had burst into their mother’s chamber, in all the excitement inspired by the occasion.
“We went into your room, Odalite, and as you were not there, we knew you must be here,” said Elva, running and throwing her arms around her sister’s neck.
“All right this morning, Odalite?” inquired Wynnette.
“Yes,” quietly replied the girl, upon whom the powerful sedative was already beginning to act.