"The next point is that Aunt Louise says she'd be very glad if we'd all
assist at the reception just as we do at Mother's teas--handing things
to eat and being nice to people."
They all nodded their understanding of their duties.
"Are all of you girls going to be dressed alike?" asked Tom.
"No, sir. Delia is to be maid of honor. She's to wear the most
delicate shade of pink you can imagine. The Ethels are to have a shade
that is just a wee bit darker, and Margaret and I are to come last--"
"Being the tallest."
"--wearing real rose-colored frocks. It's going to be beautiful."
"I can easily believe it," declared James, making an attempt at a bow
that was defeated by the fact that he was lying on his back and found
the exploit too difficult to achieve. "I also seem to see you flitting
around the house under those pink decorations. You'll run the bride
hard."
"Edward won't think so," laughed Tom. "Now what are we going to give
to Gertrude--"
"Hear him say 'Gertrude'," said Ethel Blue under her breath.
"She asked us to. Of course we call her by her name. She's going to
be our sister.
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