"I'm going to toss my bouquet.

Hold out your hands, all of you." Obediently, her bridesmaids stood in a row, with their hands held out.
There was no question of catching the flowers, for Mona after deliberately looking over the lot, tossed it into Patty's hands.

"For you," she said, and, laughing, ran away.
"Greatness thrust upon me!" Patty laughed, looking at the great bunch of white orchids and valley lilies, with its fluttering tendrils and ends of ribbon.

"Must I really live up to this favour?
Must I really be a bride myself before the year is up?
Of course, if it is obligatory----" She looked up, half shy, and caught Van Reypen's gaze upon her.

She turned toward Farnsworth, but he was looking another way.