She passed the others, and kissed her mother.
"Say," said Mrs. Bett placidly. "And I just ate up the last spoonful o' cream."
"Ain't Lulu Deacon!" Ina's voice rose and swelled richly. "What you talking?"
"Didn't he write to you?" Lulu asked.
"Not a word." Dwight answered this. "All we've had we had from you—the last from Savannah, Georgia."
"Savannah, Georgia," said Lulu, and laughed.
They could see that she was dressed well, in dark red cloth, with a little tilting hat and a drooping veil. She did not seem in any wise upset, nor, save for that nervous laughter, did she show her excitement.
"Well, but he's here with you, isn't he?" Dwight demanded. "Isn't he here? Where is he?"
"Must be 'most to Oregon by this time," Lulu said.
"Oregon!"