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XVII. Aunt Olivia's Wedding
What a delightful, old-fashioned, wholesome excitement there was about Aunt
Olivia's wedding! The Monday and Tuesday preceding it we did not go to school
at all, but were all kept home to do chores and run errands. The cooking and
decorating and arranging that went on those two days was amazing, and Felicity
was so happy over it all that she did not even quarrel with Dan--though she
narrowly escaped it when he told her that the Governor's wife was coming to the
"Mind you have some of her favourite rusks for her," he said.
"I guess," said Felicity with dignity, "that Aunt Olivia's wedding supper will be
good enough for even a Governor's wife."
"I s'pose none of us except the Story Girl will get to the first table," said Felix,
rather gloomily.
"Never mind," comforted Felicity. "There's a whole turkey to be kept for us, and a
freezerful of ice cream. Cecily and I are going to wait on the tables, and we'll put
away a little of everything that's extra nice for our suppers."
"I do so want to have my supper with you," sighed Sara Ray, "but I s'pose ma will
drag me with her wherever she goes. She won't trust me out of her sight a minute
the whole evening--I know she won't."
"I'll get Aunt Olivia to ask her to let you have your supper with us," said Cecily.
"She can't refuse the bride's request."
"You don't know all ma can do," returned Sara darkly. "No, I feel that I'll have to
eat my supper with her. But I suppose I ought to be very thankful I'm to get to the
wedding at all, and that ma did get me a new white dress for it. Even yet I'm so
scared something will happen to prevent me from getting to it."
Monday evening shrouded itself in clouds, and all night long the voice of the wind
answered to the voice of the rain. Tuesday the downpour continued. We were
quite frantic about it. Suppose it kept on raining over Wednesday! Aunt Olivia
couldn't be married in the orchard then. That would be too bad, especially when
the late apple tree had most obligingly kept its store of blossom until after all the
other trees had faded and then burst lavishly into bloom for Aunt Olivia's
wedding. That apple tree was always very late in blooming, and this year it was a
week later than usual. It was a sight to see--a great tree-pyramid with high, far-
spreading boughs, over which a wealth of rosy snow seemed to have been flung.
Never had bride a more magnificent canopy.
To our rapture, however, it cleared up beautifully Tuesday evening, and the sun,
before setting in purple pomp, poured a flood of wonderful radiance over the
whole great, green, diamond- dripping world, promising a fair morrow. Uncle Alec
drove off to the station through it to bring home the bridegroom and his best man.
Dan was full of a wild idea that we should all meet them at the gate, armed with