So Polly’s cup of bliss was filled to the brim and, as if it needed one drop more for good measure, pressed down and running over, Miss Cicely supplied it in the wonderful secret she had to tell and which sounded very much like the ending to the story she had told sister that memorable day of the tea-party in the hospital.
“But,” concluded Miss Cicely, “if the Person and The-Real-one-with-the-Heart are to get married, as they certainly hope to do very soon, why, I’m afraid they will have to ask two little girls they know to assist them through the ceremony. The two little girls must consent to be dressed in white and lead the bridal procession up the church aisle, for though there will be plenty of blossoms to be had for the buying, there are none the Person and The-Real-one-with-the-Heart like quite so much as the ones we call—Sweet-P’s.”