"And we must find some soft green somewhere. The coloring of the room is so delicate that the pink and white effect will be charming," and Helen leaned back against the tree trunk with a satisfied smile.
"The next point is that Aunt Louise says she'd be very glad if we'd all assist at the reception just as we do at Mother's teas--handing things to eat and being nice to people."
They all nodded their understanding of their duties.
"Are all of you girls going to be dressed alike?" asked Tom.
"No, sir. Delia is to be maid of honor. She's to wear the most delicate shade of pink you can imagine. The Ethels are to have a shade that is just a wee bit darker, and Margaret and I are to come last--"
"Being the tallest."
"--wearing real rose-colored frocks. It's going to be beautiful."
"I can easily believe it," declared James, making an attempt at a bow that was defeated by the fact that he was lying on his back and found the exploit too difficult to achieve. "I also seem to see you flitting around the house under those pink decorations. You'll run the bride hard."
"Edward won't think so," laughed Tom. "Now what are we going to give to Gertrude--"
"Hear him say 'Gertrude'," said Ethel Blue under her breath.