ure.

Margot did not drive with them, but she was going to walk to the church
and witness everything from a back seat.

'Now,' said True as they drove off, 'what do you feel like, Bobby?'

'Very kercited!' said Bobby, sitting back with red cheeks and shining
eyes.

'I feel we're going to be married ourselves,' said True; 'or, better
still, we're a prince and princess going to a fairy ball.'

'Or,' said Bobby gravely, 'we might be going into the Golden Gates,
True. We look quite fit to-day.'

True stroked her white silk dress thoughtfully, then she lifted her
bouquet of flowers and smelt them. The bouquet was a lovely surprise
to her, as it had only arrived about an hour previously.

'Yes,' she said, 'you always think of the best things, Bobby. 'It
would be very nice if it could come true, and we could go straight
through and see mother. Do you think she would come to meet us if we
did?'

'I'm sure God will tell her to,' said Bobby confidently. 'You see He
always is so kind. He'd know we would like to see her.'

They arrived at the church, and to Bobby's astonishment his Uncle James
came down the path and took them out of the cab.

'You did not expect to see me here,' he said, 'but your Uncle Mortimer
is my brother, you know. Your aunt is abroad, or she would have been
here too. Now come along and I'll show you where you're to stand.
There aren't more than half a dozen people in the church.'

True and Bobby stepped into the rather dreary-looking church with great
awe. A few children had congregated round the doors, but inside the
church looked almost empty. Then their faces brightened as they saw
Mr. Egerton come down the aisle towards them.

'That's right, youngsters. Tell them where to wait, Jim, and look
after them. Oh, how I wish this affair was over!'

He ejaculated this more to himself than them, and paced up the aisle
again. Bobby looked after him with perplexity.

'He doesn't seem to like it,' he whispered to True.

'No,' said True, who always liked to imbue Bobby with a sense of her
superior wisdom. 'Men always hate waiting for anybody, and Margot says
a bride always keeps them waiting, for if she didn't it would look as
if she were in a hurry to be married.'

Bobby's Uncle James told them where to stand just inside the door, and
presently up drove the bride's carriage. She was very quietly dressed
in a grey cloth dress and hat, and was accompanied by an old gentleman,
a cousin