Her aunt flushed with happiness.
"We are going to make it the best money can provide!" she returned with gentle affection and pride, as she left her niece to dress.
The entire morning was taken up in making calls upon dressmaker and florist and completing the already much talked over preparations.
Venna was excitedly happy and her aunt's quiet joy seemed like the reflection of the young life she was so devoted to.
However, when they returned home and had lunched, Venna found herself tired—the natural reaction asserted itself.
"Auntie, I think I'll disappear for an hour, and have a good rest. Then I'll be ready for anything."
"Very well, dear. Sleep as long as you wish. There is nothing for you to do now but dream of the good time coming. Everything is done."
So Venna went to her room, removed her dress, and for a moment stood undecided beside her open wardrobe.
There hung three pretty kimonos, one red, one blue, and one nile green. It was a peculiar little habit with Venna to don the color that best suited her mood at the time of wearing.
She always said that if she felt very tired, she liked the green. If she felt excitedly happy, she liked the red. If very thoughtful, the blue suited her best.