wedding," reflected Felicity
in a tone of satisfaction.

"I s'pose Aunt Olivia will want some rusks made. I hope she has plenty
of tooth-powder laid in," said Dan.

"It's a pity you don't use some of that tooth-powder you're so fond of
talking about yourself," retorted Felicity. "When anyone has a mouth the
size of yours the teeth show so plain."

"I brush my teeth every Sunday," asseverated Dan.

"Every Sunday! You ought to brush them every DAY."

"Did anyone ever hear such nonsense?" demanded Dan sincerely.

"Well, you know, it really does say so in the Family Guide," said Cecily
quietly.

"Then the Family Guide people must have lots more spare time than I
have," retorted Dan contemptuously.

"Just think, the Story Girl will have her name in the papers if she's
bridesmaid," marvelled Sara Ray.

"In the Halifax papers, too," added Felix, "since Dr. Seton is a Halifax
man. What is his first name?"

"Robert."

"And will we have to call him Uncle Robert?"

"Not until he's married to her. Then we will, of course."

"I hope your Aunt Olivia won't disappear before the ceremony," remarked
Sara Ray, who was surreptitiously reading "The Vanquished Bride," by
Valeria H. Montague in the Family Guide.

"I hope Dr. Seton won't fail to show up, like your cousin Rachel Ward's
beau," said Peter.

"That makes me think of another story I read the other day about
Great-uncle Andrew King and Aunt Georgina," laughed the Story Girl. "It
happened eighty years ago. It was a very stormy winter and the roads
were bad. Uncle Andrew lived in Carlisle, and Aunt Georgina--she was
Miss Georgina Matheson then--lived away up west, so he couldn't get to
see her very often. They agreed to be married that winter, but Georgina
couldn't set the day exactly because her brother, who lived in Ontario,
was coming home for a visit, and she wanted to be married while he was
home. So it was arranged that she was to write Uncle Andrew and tell him
what day to come. She did, and she told him to come on a Tuesday. But
her writing wasn't very good and poor Uncle Andrew thought she wrote
Thursday. So on Thursday he drove all the way to Georgina's home to be
married. It was forty miles and a bitter cold day. But it wasn't any
colder than the reception he got from Georgina. She was out in the
porch, with her head tied up in a towel, picking geese. She had been
all ready Tuesday, and her friends and the minister were there, and the
wedding supper prep