g!" she thought. Had they forgotten
anything?

A little later Nancy, standing with her arms full of girlish finery of
thirty years ago, voiced the same fear to Aunt Milly.

"_What_ if something should go wrong!" But there had been a giggle in
her voice as she had said it. This was the most delightfully funny
party she had ever known, and it was going to be the very jolliest, too.

Directly after breakfast Nonie had run home with the made-over white
dress. She thought it much lovelier than velvet and in her joy over a
pair of Nancy's slippers the child forgot her cherished dream of a
train.

What Miss Milly should wear to the party was a matter that demanded
much thought. "You see, I want you to look _happy_," Nancy explained
to Aunt Milly. She had dragged down from the attic a little trunk in
which, after the accident, many of Aunt Milly's girlish possessions had
been packed. It was great fun taking them out and selecting from them
what Aunt Milly should wear. There were not many things--compared to
Nancy's own wardrobe it was pitifully small and spoke eloquently of the
limited pleasures of Aunt Milly's girlhood.

"This will be lovely," Nancy held out a flowered silk. "And you can
wear these darling beads. And this," picking out a shell comb, "in
your hair. And I will send Jonathan over to Judson's for a bunch of
their lovely roses. I _know_ they have some!"

"But isn't this--queer--and out of date? I'm old now, Nancy!"

"You dear, funny Aunt Milly! Don't you know that you're not a bit old?
All this time you've been shut away the years have been rolling right
past you and have left you untouched. You're going to be the sweetest
picture and you're going to be a--surprise, too!"

She was a picture when Nancy's eager fingers had finished with her.
The pink of the quaintly fashioned dress was not more pink than the
color that flushed her delicate cheeks; into her soft hair Nancy had
thrust the shell comb and around her neck hung a chain of tiny corals.
Jonathan had returned from Judson's with four bunches of roses and one
of them now adorned Miss Milly.

"You're just _lovely_," Nancy had cried, imprinting a warm kiss upon
the blushing cheek.

She awarded the same stamp of approval upon Aunt Sabrina, too, who was
very stately in a black silk with one of the Judson roses pinned in the
net fichu about her throat.

"And I shall kiss you, too," Nancy called out to B'lindy, catching,
through the open