CHAPTER CXLVIII
PLANS FOR THE WEDDING
"OH, Bob!" cried Bettina, "don't you hope it won't rain?"
"Rain? When? Tonight?" asked Bob, absent-mindedly, for he was busily eating the first cherry cobbler of the season, and enjoying it, too.
"No, stupid! I'm thinking about the wedding—Ruth's wedding."
"And Fred's wedding, too," added Bob. "You talk as if Ruth were the only one who is vitally interested."
"Fred's wedding, then. For, you see, the ceremony is to be in that darling summer house if it doesn't rain. If it does it will have to be in the solarium. The bridesmaids and matrons (if it is an outdoor wedding) are to carry the prettiest green silk parasols that you ever saw. They will be Ruth's gifts to us. Over our arms we'll carry plain soft straw hats filled with pink peonies, and lots of trailing greenery. Won't that be lovely? For you know we are all to wear short white dresses and white shoes."
"And what am I to do?"
"You're to be an usher and help carry the green ropes that form the aisle."
"Ropes?"