“Oh!” was all Irene could say, but she began all over to hate Hortense Markle for suggesting fading flowers where Mary Louise’s trousseau was concerned. “It wasn’t kind! It wasn’t kind!” she kept on saying to herself.
CHAPTER III
MATRON OF HONOR
“We were speaking of Mary Louise’s wedding when you came in,” Alora said to Mrs. Markle.
“And Danny’s!” put in Mary Louise.
“Oh, of course, Danny’s! Danny may be a wonder but he doesn’t count much on his own wedding day. That day is the bride’s,” laughed Alora.
“You are to have a church wedding, I fancy,” said Mrs. Markle.
“No, we are to be married here at home. Grandpa Jim much prefers it and so do Danny and I.”
“Oh, then of course it must be at home. Your house is large but the rooms do not open into each other for the best effect for a wedding. Why don’t you be married out of doors?” suggested Mrs. Markle. “It would be lovely. The guests could stand all along these terraces or anywhere they chose and the bridal party could approach through the opening in that wonderful old yew hedge. It would be a beautiful picture. I can see it now!” and she waved her hand towards the fine old sunken garden which was the pride of Colonel Hathaway and his granddaughter.
“The very thing!” exclaimed Elizabeth. “Don’t you think so, Irene?”