“We couldn't ask everybody, honey,” replied Anna. “Now you must not hinder us another minute.”
But Eddy danced persistently before them, barring their progress.
“He isn't everybody,” he said. “He's the nicest man in this town. Why didn't you ask him? Didn't you think he was nice enough, I'd like to know?”
“Of course he is nice, dear,” said Charlotte; “very nice.” She flushed a little.
“Why didn't you ask him, then?” demanded Eddy. “I call it mean.”
Anna took Eddy by his small shoulders and set him aside.
“Eddy,” she said, sternly, “not another word. We could not ask the grocer to your sister's wedding. Now, don't say another word about it. Your sister and I are too busy to bother with you.”
“I don't see why you won't ask him because he's a grocer,” Eddy called, indignantly, after her. “He's the nicest man here, and he always lets us have things, whether we pay him or not. I have heard you say so. I think you are awful mean to take his groceries, and eat 'em, and use them for Ina's wedding, and then not ask him, just because he is a grocer.”
Anna's laughter floated back, and the boy wondered angrily what she was laughing at. Then he went by himself about righting wrongs. He hunted about until he found on his mother's desk some left-over wedding-cards, and he sent invitations to both the wedding and reception to Randolph Anderson and his mother, which were received that night.
Randolph carried them home, and his mother examined them with considerable satisfaction.