Leaning far over the banister with the bridal bouquet in her hands, she called: "Now look, ye pretty maidens, standing all a-row, The one who catches this, the next bouquet shall throw." There was a laughing scramble and a dozen hands were outstretched to receive it.

"Oh, Joyce caught it! Joyce caught it!" cried Mary, dancing up and down on the tips of her toes, and clapping her hands over her mouth to stifle the squeal of delight that had almost escaped.

"Now, some day I can be maid of honor." "So that's why you are so happy over your sister's good fortune, is it ?" asked Phil, bent on teasing her every time opportunity offered.
"No," was the indignant answer.

"That is some of the reason, but I'm gladdest because she didn't get left out of everything.

She didn't get one of the cake charms, so I hoped she would catch the bouquet." When the carriage drove away at last, a row of shiny black faces was lined up each side of the avenue.