“May I tell him about it, mamma?” asked Lucy.
Mamma thought it would do no harm.
“There’s going to be sumfin’ at my house to-morrow, Mr. Sanford, worse’n you ever saw! And Jimmy and I are going to stand up in it. It’s a wedding! Wasn’t you glad you came?”
“Very glad! I wouldn’t have missed it for anything. A wedding, do you say, Miss Snippet? Pray, who is the bride?”
And he looked solemnly at Aunt Vi, whose cheeks were the color of the buds on Lucy’s rosebush.
Lucy could not answer. She did not ’member that she had heard anyfing about a bride.
Jimmy, who was kneeling before Mr. Sanford, had never heard of a bride.
“I’m groomsman, you know,” said he, hoping he did not look as proud as he felt. “I’m groomsman, and Lucy is bridesmaid. We’ve got some splendid clothes! But I don’t believe there’ll be any bride. Mamma never said anything about that.”
“Ah! But, Jimmy, if I were you I would look around sharply, and try to find a bride. Brides are all the fashion nowadays at weddings.”