"We shall make it do," she answered. "My mother and father and your aunt and uncle and the Hackets and the minister and a number of our friends are coming in a fleet of boats."
"We are prepared either for a picnic or a wedding," was the whisper of Kate.
"Let's make it both," I proposed to Sally.
"Surely there couldn't be a better place than here under the big pine—it's so smooth and soft and shady," said she.
"Nor could there be a better day or better company," I urged, for I was not sure that she would agree.
The boats came along. Sally and I waved a welcome from the bank and she merrily proclaimed:
"It's to be a wedding."
Then a cheer from the boats, in which I joined.
I shall never forget how, when the company had landed and the greetings were over, Uncle Peabody approached your mother and said:
"Say, Sally, I'm goin' to plant a kiss on both o' them red cheeks o' yours, an' do it deliberate, too." He did it and so did Aunt Deel and old Kate, and I think that, next to your mother and me, they were the happiest people at the wedding.