But we didn't care about the relationship, Fel and I; all we cared about was the wedding. And I did hope I should have a string of wax beads to wear on my neck.
Here is our reply to the letter. (The words in Italics are Fel's.)
"Dear Little Mothers: We thought we would write to you. We are glad we shall go to the wedding. Do you think you can buy me some wax beeds? We want to see you very much. But I want the wax beeds, too. Fel said a prayer for my sickness. I think she is a very pias girl. The cow is dead, &c., & ect. So good by.
"From Maj and Ruphelle."
CHAPTER XI.
THE FIRST CAR RIDE.
It seemed as if cousin Lydia never would get ready to start. Ever since the letter from our mammas, Fel and I had been sure we were wanted at home; but there was no end to the things cousin Lydia had to do, and so far as we could see, Miss Samantha and Miss Julia didn't help her much. We dared not say this, however; we laid it away in our minds, with twenty other things we meant to tell our mothers when we got home.
My great consolation while waiting was a Maltese kitten with white toes, and eyes the color of blue clay; and when, at last, the joyful time came for going to Willowbrook, I begged to take that kitty with us. Miss Julia said, "Nonsense!" But cousin Lydia was really a sensible woman; for what did she do but butter Silvertoe's paws, and tie her into an egg-basket.
"But you must take care of her yourself, Maggie; I shall have my hands full with you, and Ruphelle, and the baggage."