She was about to add, "I can't bear dolls any more.
I only played with them to please Girlie," when Lloyd came out of her room with a letter.
"It's from the bride-to-be, mothah," she called, waving it gaily.
"She'll be heah day aftah to-morrow, so we can begin to put the finishing touches to her room.

The day she comes I'm going to take the girls ovah to Rollington to get some long sprays of bride's wreath.

Mrs.
Crisp has two big bushes of it, white as snow.

It will look so cool and lovely, everything in the room all green and white." Mary stole away to her room, ready to cry.

If every morning had to be spent with that tiresome Dinsmore child, she might as well have stayed on the desert.
"I simply have to get rid of her in some way," she mused.