I'll want some bridesmaids.

You'll be one, Lu, won't you?
Unless you fear the truth of the old saying, 'Twice a bridesmaid never a bride.'" "Pooh! what difference need that make ?" returned Lulu; "since I don't intend ever to marry." "You don't ?" exclaimed Rosie.
"No; for there is not another man in the world whom I could love half so dearly as I love my father." "Oh, well! that is only because you and the right one haven't happened to meet yet." "Yes, Lulu," said Grandma Elsie, "at your age I thought and felt just as you do now, but some years later I found that another had gained the first place in my heart." "But my father is so much kinder and more lovable than ever yours was," was the answering thought in Lucilla's mind, but unwilling to hurt the dear lady's feelings she refrained from expressing it, and only said with a little laugh of incredulity, "I suppose I should not be too certain, but I am entirely willing to run the risk of again acting as bridesmaid." "So that much is settled," returned Rosie in a tone of satisfaction.

"I have always counted upon Eva as another," she continued, "but----" "Thank you, Rosie dear, but of course I cannot serve--under present circumstances," returned Evelyn in a tone of gentle sadness.
No one spoke again for a moment; then Violet broke the silence by asking, "How many do you think of having, Rosie ?" "Perhaps six," was the reply, in a musing tone, "at least including flower girls and maid of honour.

Gracie, you will be one of the bridesmaids, will you not ?" "If papa does not object, as I hardly think he will." "Maud and Sydney Dinsmore I think will serve," continued Rosie.

"And wouldn't it be a pretty idea to have Elsie Raymond and Uncle Horace's Elsie, who is about the same size, as either bridesmaids or flower girls ?" Everyone approved of that idea.
"Now, it will be in order, I suppose, to settle about the material and colour of our dresses," remarked Lucilla.
"Perhaps it might be as well to first decide at what time of year they are to be worn," suggested Mrs.Travilla in her gentle tones.
"Yes, mamma, but--you do not want to disappoint Will, do you?
And June is really the prettiest month in the year for a wedding, I think," said Rose.
"None lovelier, daughter," her mother responded with a slight sigh, "but October, my own wedding month, seems to me no less suitable." "Why, yes, to be sure! if only Will could be satisfied to wait till then." "It will be hardly longer than the time he was given to understand he must expect to wait," returned her mother pleasantly, "or than he ought to think my Rose worth waiting for.