Lloyd and Phil followed, then the other attendants in the order of their entrance.

On the wide porch, screened and canopied with smilax and roses, a cool green out-of-doors reception-room had been made.

Here they stood to receive their guests.
Mary, in all the glory of her pink chiffon dress and satin slippers, stood at the end of the receiving line, feeling that this one experience was well worth the long journey from Arizona.

So thoroughly did she delight in her part of the affair, and so heartily did she enter into her duties, that more than one guest passed on, smiling at her evident enjoyment.
"I wish this wedding could last a week," she confided to Lieutenant Logan, when he paused beside her.

"Don't you know, they did in the fairy-tales, some of them.