eopled with its
nun-like shadows.

"There's a new moon tonight, so may be you'll get your wish," said
Peter. "My Aunt Jane didn't believe there was anything in the moon
business, but you never can tell."

The Story Girl did get her wish. Something happened the very next day.
She joined us in the afternoon with a quite indescribable expression
on her face, compounded of triumph, anticipation, and regret. Her
eyes betrayed that she had been crying, but in them shone a chastened
exultation. Whatever the Story Girl mourned over it was evident she was
not without hope.

"I have some news to tell you," she said importantly. "Can you guess
what it is?"

We couldn't and wouldn't try.

"Tell us right off," implored Felix. "You look as if it was something
tremendous."

"So it is. Listen--Aunt Olivia is going to be married."

We stared in blank amazement. Peg Bowen's hint had faded from our minds
and we had never put much faith in it.

"Aunt Olivia! I don't believe it," cried Felicity flatly. "Who told
you?"

"Aunt Olivia herself. So it is perfectly true. I'm awfully sorry in one
way--but oh, won't it be splendid to have a real wedding in the family?
She's going to have a big wedding--and I am to be bridesmaid."

"I shouldn't think you were old enough to be a bridesmaid," said
Felicity sharply.

"I'm nearly fifteen. Anyway, Aunt Olivia says I have to be."

"Who's she going to marry?" asked Cecily, gathering herself together
after the shock, and finding that the world was going on just the same.

"His name is Dr. Seton and he is a Halifax man. She met him when she
was at Uncle Edward's last summer. They've been engaged ever since. The
wedding is to be the third week in June."

"And our school concert comes off the next week," complained Felicity.
"Why do things always come together like that? And what are you going to
do if Aunt Olivia is going away?"

"I'm coming to live at your house," answered the Story Girl rather
timidly. She did not know how Felicity might like that. But Felicity
took it rather well.

"You've been here most of the time anyhow, so it'll just be that you'll
sleep and eat here, too. But what's to become of Uncle Roger?"

"Aunt Olivia says he'll have to get married, too. But Uncle Roger says
he'd rather hire a housekeeper than marry one, because in the first case
he could turn her off if he didn't like her, but in the second case he
couldn't."

"There'll be a lot of cooking to do for the