Because I was maid of honah at Eugenia's wedding she seems to think I can reflect some sawt of glory on hers.

She said she wanted all her young ladies to weah white." "Who are her young ladies, and why ?" he asked.
"Allison, Kitty, Betty, and I.You see, Sylvia's grandfathah was the MacIntyre's coachman befoah the wah, and her mothah is our old Aunt Cindy.

She considahs that she belongs to us and we belong to her." Farther down the line they could hear Katie Mallard's cheerful giggle as she tripped over a beech root, then Bernice Howe's laugh as they all went slipping and sliding down a steep place in the path which led to the hollow crossed by the dry creek bed.
"Sing!" called Miss Allison, who was chaperoning the party, and picking her way behind the others with Mary and Elise each clinging to an arm.
"There's such a pretty echo down in this hollow.

Listen!" The tune that she started was one of the popular songs of the summer.

It was caught up by every one in the procession except Miles Bradford, and he kept silent in order to enjoy this novel pilgrimage to the fullest.