“Possibly,” returned Blanche with an arch look and smile.
So they chatted on for some little time, then Dorothy exclaimed, “There, we are all done eating, I see, so suppose we proceed now, Ethel, to display our purchases to Blanche’s astonished eyes.”
“Yes,” Ethel replied, “but let us carry them into the parlor so that we can be on the watch for customers while Bridget eats her dinner.”
They did so and Dorothy was in her element, opening packages and displaying the contents to Blanche’s delighted eyes.
“Oh, everything is just lovely!” she said, her eyes dancing with mirth. “I doubt if you could have done better even with my assistance and advice—valuable as my friends have always found them.”
“Possibly not,” returned Dorothy; “but wind and weather permitting, and nothing else interfering, I hope to take you out to-morrow, my little dear, and give you the opportunity to show your talent in this line. Now we have shown you everything we bought to-day except the wedding dress and its trimmings.”
“Oh, did you get them? Let me see them!” cried Blanche in an eager, excited tone.
“Unfortunately we cannot show the dress, or rather dresses—for Uncle George gave us a whole piece of the loveliest white silk, enough to make three gowns—one for Ethel, one for you, and one for myself, and——”
“Oh, did he? How kind and generous!” cried Blanche half breathlessly.
“Yes, and this lace to trim them with,” said Dorothy, taking the last remaining package from her satchel, adding as she undid it, “but I can’t show you the silk because it was ordered to be sent right up to his house. I dare say it’s there by this time, and you can call and look at it when you will. There! what do you think of that?” throwing open her package and holding up a portion of the lace to view.