"If I hadn't been ma would never have let me eat
with you. She just got tired explaining to people what was the
matter with my face, and so she was glad to get rid of me. I know
I look awful, but, oh, wasn't the bride a dream?"
We missed the Story Girl, who, of course, had to have her supper
at the bridal table; but we were a hilarious little crew and the
girls had nobly kept their promise to save tid-bits for us. By
the time the last table was cleared away Aunt Olivia and our new
uncle were ready to go. There was an orgy of tears and
leavetakings, and then they drove away into the odorous moonlight
night. Dan and Peter pursued them down the lane with a fiendish
din of bells and pans, much to Felicity's wrath. But Aunt Olivia
and Uncle Robert took it in good part and waved their hands back
to us with peals of laughter.
"They're just that pleased with themselves that they wouldn't mind
if there was an earthquake," said Felix, grinning.
"It's been splendid and exciting, and everything went off well,"
sighed Cecily, "but, oh dear, it's going to be so queer and
lonesome without Aunt Olivia. I just believe I'll cry all night."
"You're tired to death, that's what's the matter with you," said
Dan, returning. "You girls have worked like slaves today.
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