“And whooping-cough is nothing very serious here in California, my daughter. Children suffer very little from it in this mild climate. I wouldn’t mind Lucy’s having it some time, say next spring; but just now,”—
Here she looked at Aunt Vi, who blushed and smiled.
“It would be rather awkward just now,” said Aunt Vi.
“Yes,” returned Mrs. Dunlee; “we mustn’t have any whooping-cough in the house till after the wedding.”
“Wedding?” repeated Edith, “what wedding?”
“Am I not a stupid woman!” exclaimed mamma, putting her hand over her mouth. “I came very near letting out a great secret.”
“But is there going to be a wedding, mamma?”
Edith’s tears were dried now. She had thrown to the winds all her whooping-cough fright.
“Is there going to be a wedding, mamma?”