“Dolly,” she said,—"Dolly, it is the grandest thing I ever had in my life, and you are the best two—you and Phil—that ever lived!” And not being as eloquent by nature as she was grateful and affectionate, she poured out the rest of her thanks in kisses and interjections.
Then Dolly, extricating herself, proceeded to add the final touches to the unfinished toilet, and in a very few minutes Miss Mollie stood before the glass regarding herself in such ecstatic content as she had perhaps never before experienced.
“Who is going to be here, Dolly?” she asked, after taking her first survey.
“Who?” said Dolly. “Well, I scarcely know. Only one or two of Phil's friends and Ralph Gowan.”
Mollie gave a little start, and then blushed in the most pathetically helpless way.
“Ah!” she said, and looked at her reflection in the glass again, as if she did not exactly know what else to do.
A swift shadow of surprise showed itself in Dolly's eyes, and died out almost at the same moment.
“Are you ready?” she said, briefly. “If you are, we will go down-stairs.”
There was a simultaneous cry of admiration from them all when the two entered the parlor below, and Miss Mollie appeared attired in all her glory.
“Here she is!” exclaimed 'Toinetté and Aimée, together.