"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." "She says she is going to have the ceremony performed out here in the orchard under her own tree," said the Story Girl.

"Won't that be romantic?
It almost makes me feel like getting married myself." "What a way to talk," rebuked Felicity, "and you only fifteen." "Lots of people have been married at fifteen," laughed the Story Girl.
"Lady Jane Gray was." "But you are always saying that Valeria H.Montague's stories are silly and not true to life, so that is no argument," retorted Felicity, who knew more about cooking than about history, and evidently imagined that the Lady Jane Gray was one of Valeria's titled heroines.
The wedding was a perennial source of conversation among us in those days; but presently its interest palled for a time in the light of another quite tremendous happening.

One Saturday night Peter's mother called to take him home with her for Sunday.