I am writing this so that you won't get
a shock when you see me. Isn't it SO STRANGE to think your dear
Aunt Olivia is going away? How you will miss her! But your loss
will be her gain.
"'Au revoir,
"'Your loving chum,
SARA RAY.'"
"That poor child," said the Story Girl.
"Well, all I hope is that strangers won't take her for one of the
family," remarked Felicity in a disgusted tone.
Aunt Olivia was married at five o'clock in the orchard under the
late apple tree. It was a pretty scene. The air was full of the
perfume of apple bloom, and the bees blundered foolishly and
delightfully from one blossom to another, half drunken with
perfume. The old orchard was full of smiling guests in wedding
garments. Aunt Olivia was most beautiful amid the frost of her
bridal veil, and the Story Girl, in an unusually long white dress,
with her brown curls clubbed up behind, looked so tall and grown-
up that we hardly recognized her. After the ceremony--during
which Sara Ray cried all the time--there was a royal wedding
supper, and Sara Ray was permitted to eat her share of the feast
with us.
"I'm glad I was stung by the wasps after all," she said
delightedly.
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