She did not know how Felicity might like that. But
Felicity took it rather well.
"You've been here most of the time anyhow, so it'll just be that
you'll sleep and eat here, too. But what's to become of Uncle
Roger?"
"Aunt Olivia says he'll have to get married, too. But Uncle Roger
says he'd rather hire a housekeeper than marry one, because in the
first case he could turn her off if he didn't like her, but in the
second case he couldn't."
"There'll be a lot of cooking to do for the wedding," reflected
Felicity in a tone of satisfaction.
"I s'pose Aunt Olivia will want some rusks made. I hope she has
plenty of tooth-powder laid in," said Dan.
"It's a pity you don't use some of that tooth-powder you're so
fond of talking about yourself," retorted Felicity. "When anyone
has a mouth the size of yours the teeth show so plain."
"I brush my teeth every Sunday," asseverated Dan.
"Every Sunday! You ought to brush them every DAY."
"Did anyone ever hear such nonsense?" demanded Dan sincerely.
"Well, you know, it really does say so in the Family Guide," said
Cecily quietly.
"Then the Family Guide people must have lots more spare time than
I have," retorted Dan contemptuously.
"Just think, the Story Girl will have her name in the papers if
she's bridesmaid," marvelled Sara Ray.
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