"Can't you do as you please in your own home?
Evening weddings are so much prettier! We can't change now, of course, with the guests all invited.

That is, I suppose you do have guests!" Mrs.Hartwell's voice was aggrievedly despairing.
"Oh, yes," smiled Billy, demurely.

"We have guests invited--and I'm afraid we can't change the time." "No, of course not; but it's too bad.

I conclude there are announcements only, as I got no cards.
"Announcements only," bowed Billy.
"I wish Cyril had consulted _me_, a little, about this affair." Billy did not answer.

She could not trust herself to speak just then.
Cyril's words of two days before were in her ears: "Yes, and it will give Big Kate time to try to make your breakfast supper, and your roses pinks--or sunflowers." In a moment Mrs.Hartwell spoke again.
"Of course a noon wedding is quite pretty if you darken the rooms and have lights--you're going to do that, I suppose ?" Billy shook her head slowly.
"I'm afraid not, Mrs.Hartwell.That isn't the plan, now." "Not darken the rooms!" exclaimed Mrs.Hartwell.