"And no shoes or stockings," she added, "and I can't move, and
everyone walks past and looks at my feet."
"That's only in a dream," mourned Sara Ray, "but I may have to
wear my last summer's white dress to the wedding. It's too short,
but ma says it's plenty good for this summer. I'll be so
mortified if I have to wear it."
"I'd rather not go at all than wear a dress that wasn't nice,"
said Felicity pleasantly.
"I'd go to the wedding if I had to go in my school dress," cried
Sara Ray. "I've never been to anything. I wouldn't miss it for
the world."
"My Aunt Jane always said that if you were neat and tidy it didn't
matter whether you were dressed fine or not," said Peter.
"I'm sick and tired of hearing about your Aunt Jane," said
Felicity crossly.
Peter looked grieved but held his peace. Felicity was very hard
on him that spring, but his loyalty never wavered. Everything she
said or did was right in Peter's eyes.
"It's all very well to be neat and tidy," said Sara Ray, "but I
like a little style too."
"I think you'll find your mother will get you a new dress after
all," comforted Cecily. "Anyway, nobody will notice you because
everyone will be looking at the bride. Aunt Olivia will make a
lovely bride. Just think how sweet she'll look in a white silk
dress and a floating veil.
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