“It would be lovely.”
“Grandpa Jim would like it a lot, I am sure,” said Mary Louise.
“You are to have bridesmaids, of course,” continued Mrs. Markle. “Let them dress in pastel shades of palest and softest hue and carry sweet peas.”
“That will be great if we have different colors,” put in Elizabeth. “I am crazy about being a bridesmaid, but I must say I am not crazy about going around with about seven twins for the rest of the summer.”
“You are to have eight bridesmaids, then?” asked Mrs. Markle as she and her hostess went down to the garden to plan.
“Yes, eight besides my maid of honor,” explained Mary Louise. “You see, I couldn’t bear to leave out any of the girls.”
“And who is the maid of honor?”
“Irene MacFarlane! She is the very best friend I have in the whole world.”
“But how can she be a maid of honor in a chair?”
“I don’t know, but she must be. In the house she can roll around quite easily. I am not sure about it out of doors but, if she can’t, we will abandon the idea of having it out in the garden.” Mary Louise spoke quite decidedly.