"
"I s'pose none of us except the Story Girl will get to the first
table," said Felix, rather gloomily.
"Never mind," comforted Felicity. "There's a whole turkey to be
kept for us, and a freezerful of ice cream. Cecily and I are
going to wait on the tables, and we'll put away a little of
everything that's extra nice for our suppers."
"I do so want to have my supper with you," sighed Sara Ray, "but I
s'pose ma will drag me with her wherever she goes. She won't
trust me out of her sight a minute the whole evening--I know she
won't."
"I'll get Aunt Olivia to ask her to let you have your supper with
us," said Cecily. "She can't refuse the bride's request."
"You don't know all ma can do," returned Sara darkly. "No, I feel
that I'll have to eat my supper with her. But I suppose I ought
to be very thankful I'm to get to the wedding at all, and that ma
did get me a new white dress for it. Even yet I'm so scared
something will happen to prevent me from getting to it."
Monday evening shrouded itself in clouds, and all night long the
voice of the wind answered to the voice of the rain. Tuesday the
downpour continued. We were quite frantic about it. Suppose it
kept on raining over Wednesday! Aunt Olivia couldn't be married in
the orchard then.
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