Think what a wedding it will be, in that beautiful old Southern home! A thousand times nicer than it would have been in New York." She stopped to enjoy the effect her news had produced.

Mary's face was glowing with unselfish pleasure in her sister's good fortune.
"And we're to wear pale pink chiffon dresses, just the color of wild roses.

Eugenia got the material in Paris when she ordered her wedding-gown, and they're to be made in Louisville after we get there." The light in Mary's face was deepening.
"And Phil Tremont is to be there the entire month of June.

He is to be best man, you know, since Eugenia is to marry his brother." "Oh, Joyce!" gasped Mary.

"What a heavenly time you are going to have! Just The Locusts by itself would be good enough, but to be there at a house-party, and have Phil there and to see a wedding! I've always wanted to go to a wedding.