“Not at all,” said Peter.
“Nor my dress,” laughed Miss Leroy.
“I remember the style, material, and train.”
“Especially the train I am sure.”
“Do explain these mysterious remarks,” said Dorothy.
“Mr. Stirling and I officiated at a wedding, and I was in such mortal terror lest some usher should step on my gown, that it became a joke.”
“Whose wedding was that?” asked Miss De Voe.
“Miss Pierce’s and Watts D’Alloi’s,” said the bridesmaid.
“Do you know Watts D’Alloi?” exclaimed Miss De Voe to Peter.
“Yes.”