“Why, of course! I feel more flattered than I can say.”
And so it was settled.
“We must plan the dresses, making each color the one the wearer prefers. I must wear pale grey, as I am merely the bride’s shadow. I must not show much.”
“And I want pink!” cried one.
“And I blue!” said another. And so on until all the colors in the rainbow and some others were appropriated either by the girls present for themselves or for the absent members.
“Suppose it rains!” suggested Elizabeth.
“But it couldn’t and it wouldn’t!” cried Lucile. “Not on Mary Louise’s wedding day.”
Irene was quietly gathering up her sewing things preparatory to her departure. As the girls discussed their bridesmaids’ dresses, she glanced at Hortense and could not help noting a kind of triumph in her bearing.