Here's a sealed envelope which Susy may keep for you till night." "And shan't I have to spend the money in my porkmonnaie ?" "Not a cent of it, chickie." Something was going on which was called _a wedding_; though what a wedding might be, Miss Dimple had no idea, having never attended one in all her life.

But it was something remarkable, no doubt, for the parlors ware glowing with flowers, and everybody was in a flutter.

The three children, dressed in their very best, were allowed to sit up for the whole evening, or, at any rate, as long as they pleased.
It was as lovely out of doors as "a Lapland night." The full moon and the gay lamplight tried to outshine one another.
"Do look at that great moon dripping down the juniper tree," cried Prudy, growing poetical as she gazed.

"Let me tell you, Susy, when the moon is young and little, it makes me think of a smile, and when it's a grown-up, full moon, it makes me think of a laugh." Just as Dotty was beginning to wonder whether she felt sleepy or not, the door-bell rang; and after that it kept ringing every few minutes for an hour.

By that time the fragrant parlors were almost filled with guests.