And this was Le’s welcome home.
Wynnette, Elva and Rosemary had a week’s holiday with which they were all the more delighted because of their dear Le’s presence.
Although, as in love and duty bound, he devoted himself almost exclusively to Odalite, yet he found time to take a little notice of his younger friends—to tell them how much they had grown, how greatly they had improved, how womanly they had become since he saw them three years before, and so on and so on.
During this week the preparations for Leonidas and Odalite’s marriage were discussed.
It was decided that the wedding should take place on the first of April.
“All Fools’ Day! What a commentary!” exclaimed Wynnette, when she learned the decision.
No one had thought of its being All Fools’ Day when the date was fixed; and now that it was so fixed, the circumstance was somewhat too trivial to warrant any change in the time. So on the first of April the happy event was appointed to come off.
“I should like to ask Roland Bayard to come up to be my groomsman,” said Le, to no one in particular, since he spoke in full family council.
“Why, I thought he was at sea!” said Mr. Force.
“No, uncle, he has just got home. I had a letter from him this morning. He had seen the arrival of my ship in the papers and naturally addressed his letters here. I suppose his aunt gave him your address.”