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." "Tomorrow will be even harder," said Felicity comfortingly.