“They are going to be Odalite’s bridesmaids.”
And Mrs. Force had not objected. It was a matter of such little import.
She had said to Odalite:
“These girls have all brought their white organdie dresses, white roses, white gloves, and the rest, to wear to the wedding! And they want to stand up with you and smile every time you smile, and sigh every time you sigh, and howl every time you cry! You know! they want to back you in this game! I mean they wish to be and—they are to be your supernumerary bridesmaids!” said Wynnette, emphasizing the last clause, so there might be no possible misunderstanding.
Odalite was so happy that in answer to this she only quoted from Edmund Lear’s delicious “Book of Nonsense”:
“I don’t care,
All the birds in the air
Are welcome to roost in my bonnet.”
And so it was settled that there were to be one groomsman and nine bridesmaids. A most unheard-of arrangement; but as Wynnette emphatically declared—there was no law against it.
And now the girls were off to their rooms to dress for the occasion.