"Haven't you even a white?" she said, after a minute. "Almost any kind of a white would look well at a lawn-party at night, you know. You can wear natural flowers."
Jaquelina looked at her aunt with a sudden gleam in her eyes.
"Aunt Meredith, there's mamma's white dress in the chest up in the garret—her wedding-one, you know," she said.
"Old-fashioned—and yellow as gold!" sniffed Mrs. Meredith contemptuously.
"The very thing," cried Violet Earle. "Yellow-white is the rage, and antique styles are very fashionable. Wear your mother's wedding-dress by all means, Lina. And plenty of flowers, remember."
"It's ill-luck wearing the clothes of them that's dead and gone," said Mrs. Meredith, half-fearfully.
"Oh! Aunt Meredith—could you think mamma would care for me wearing her wedding-dress?" cried Jaquelina, reproachfully.
"Certainly not," said Violet Earle. "Could an angel in Heaven care for an old dress she had left upon earth? What do cast-off garments matter to one wearing the robe of righteousness? Wear it by all means Lina!"
She rose as she spoke and moved toward the door.
"Good-bye, Lina; good-bye, Mrs. Meredith. Lina, don't fail us! We have only invited a certain number of girls and we count on everyone being there."