"They are household angels," murmured Aunt Hatty, softly.
Presently there was a great shout of laughter, in the midst of which Russell walked into the room, bowing. "This is the bride of the church," he said, introducing his sister, whom he had arrayed in a long, white skirt. "I hope you will excuse the black on her dress, because her husband has just died."
Baby Lily walked forward with great dignity, bowing and smiling, while her brother, who had once more disappeared, soon returned, and made every one shout again, as he promenaded the room dressed in a black gown, and gave out notice of a service in the church in the evening.
At last the door-bell rung, and Pat sent up word that the carriage was ready to take Aunt Mary and the children home.
"How quick the morning has gone!" exclaimed Ida. "I thought we should have a good deal longer to stay."
"So I did," said Rose, shaking back her heavy curls, and getting ready to go.
Aunt Mary hurried to array her young charge for the ride, Helen and Frank helping to find hats, furs, and gloves.
Lily, as directed by mamma, sent her thanks to Aunt Josephine for letting her cousins come, and for the present of cake, and then the good-by kisses were given, Russell shouting after them as they went downstairs,—
"Haven't we had nice fun?"
"And not one word of unkindness or quarrelling. That is the reason you have all enjoyed yourselves so thoroughly," suggested Aunt Hatty, kissing the merry boy.