"God bless you and keep you!" she murmured with a great earnestness, and then she bowed her head for a moment, and I knew that she was praying.
Mother forced an entrance.
"Peter has hidden my bonnet"—her air was tragic—"and I can't find him, he has hidden himself as well."
"He was under the pine tree in the hall when I last saw him," said Jane. "He may have slipped behind the clock."
"I'll go and see," said mother breathlessly, "I shall never be ready in time. The carriages are due now." Mother and Peter were to have one to themselves, and Dimbie was to take Jane.
She was back in a moment.
"I've got it. Amelia found it. He says he never touched it, and that it was the Help."
And now Dimbie came banging at the door.
"Time's up," he shouted. "How much longer are you going to prink, Jane?" Then popping his head in, "Peter will be smashing the wedding presents if you don't all hurry up."
"I'm ready. What do you think of your wife, sir?" said Jane.