“All they need is a boss,” sighed poor Molly. “If I only could be two places at one time!”
But whose familiar figure was that seen through the scullery door? The maids were all in a broad grin and Kizzie, as she expressed it, “was fittin’ to bust.”
“Mother! Mother! Where on earth did you come from?” and Molly had that dear lady clasped in her arms. “What are you doing in the back? Come on and hurry and get dressed! It is almost time!” Molly felt like little Cho-Cho when she cried out: “I’m so ’appee! I’m so ’appee!”
“I just this minute arrived and have no idea of dressing!” cried that dear lady when she could speak.
“Of course you needn’t dress! You are lovely as you are—your hair is a bit mussed—and——”
“You mussed it but it will do very well for the part I am to play. I have no idea of appearing. I mean to serve this breakfast.”
“But, Mother, I couldn’t let you!”
“Nonsense! That is what I hurried on for. Why, child, when I realized that you were having a house party and a wedding and going to serve a great breakfast, I simply jumped on the train with a hand-bag and flew to you. You always have behaved as though you were triplets. Now run along and don’t tell a soul I am here. I can be honored later on; now I want a big apron and room to operate. Kizzie has already told me what the breakfast is to be and you need not think about it. Run along!”
“Well, one more hug and I am gone. Aren’t you even going to peek at the comply, as Mildred says?”
“Oh, I’ll see the ceremony, never fear; but fly, Molly! The guests are coming.”