"I ovahslept myself, and now it's foah o'clock, and Phil's train due in nine minutes.

The carriage is at the doah and none of us dressed to go to meet him.

I wrote that the entiah bridal party would be there." Joyce sprang up in a dazed sort of way, and began putting on her slippers.

The bridesmaids had talked so much about the grand welcome the best man was to receive on his entrance to the Valley that, half-awake as she was, she could not realize that it was too late to carry out their plans.
"Oh, it's no use trying to get ready now," said Lloyd, in a disappointed tone.

"We couldn't dress and get to the station in time to save ou' lives." Then her glance fell on Mary, sitting at her desk in all her brave array of pink ribbons and corals.
"Why, Mary can go!" she cried, in a relieved tone.