For the troop members, the day had been a thrilling one. During the next week they had many wonderful times too, going often to Windmill Farm.
Miss Mohr especially, was kept very busy, planning her approaching wedding. Often the Brownies went with her to the stores to help her buy finery. Time was very short, and it seemed there were a million things to do.
Then finally, the important day was at hand.
All the Brownies, dressed in fresh Scout uniforms, arrived early at the church. An usher escorted them to their seats, a special roped-off pew at the front.
“I hope everything goes off well,” Vevi whispered nervously to Connie. “Wouldn’t it be awful if Hanny should drop the ring?”
“Sh!” Connie warned severely. “The ceremony is starting.”
An expectant hush had fallen upon the church throng. The organist began to play a solemn wedding march.
“Here they come!” whispered Rosemary, twisting around to see. “Oh, how lovely!”
Hanny led the stately procession down the carpeted aisle. She was dressed in white, and carried a basket of flower petals which she dropped one by one ahead of the bride.
Miss Mohr wore a white satin gown with long train and a veil. Her flowers were Golden Beauty tulips. She had never been more lovely.