"Amarilly, you are a regular little Sherlock! Well, yes, I will," promised Colette, secretly glad of this opportunity for friendly converse with John once more, "but if the--Annex has to be built first, there's no hurry." "Yes, there is. The Boarder wants everything settled now, so they can be looking forward to it." "Very well, Amarilly. I'll see him to-morrow night. Will that do?" "Oh, yes; thank you, Miss King." "Tell me more about the wedding plans. Are you to be bridesmaid?" "She isn't going to have one. It won't be a stylish wedding, you know. Just quiet--like one of our neighborhood evenings. Only when I told Mr. Derry about it, he said he should come up that afternoon and trim the house up with greens, and that he should come to see them married." "And I shall furnish the flowers and the bride's bouquet. Let me see, I think lilies of the valley and pink roses would suit Lily Rose, don't you?" "They will be beautiful," said Amarilly, beaming. "And we are going to have a real swell meal. I have learned to make salads and ices, and then we'll have coffee and sandwiches and bride's cake beside." "Some one has to give the bride away, you know, Amarilly, in Episcopal weddings." "I know it. But poor Lily Rose has no one that belongs to her. Her relations are all dead. That's another reason why the Boarder is so nice to her. So ma is going to give her away. We're going to ask the neighbors and you and Mr. Derry and Mr. Cotter, of course. He's the brakeman friend of the Boarder." "And are the Boarder and Lily Rose going away?" "Yes; the Boarder can get a pass to Niagara Falls. They are going to stay there a week. Lily Rose has never been on the cars. And they are going to ride to the train in a hack." "Why, it's going to be quite an affair," said Colette enthusiastically. "We'll throw an old shoe and some rice after them. And will she be married in white?" Amarilly's face fell. "I am afraid she can't afford a wedding dress. She's got to get a travelling suit and hat and gloves and shoes, and with other things it will take all she has saved. She'd like a white dress and a veil and get her picture taken in it to hang up by the side of the Boarder's in the surplice. And that makes me think, we want you to ask Mr. St. John if he will wear our surplice instead of bringing one of his. We'll do it up nice before the wedding." "Oh, that prophetic surplice!" groaned Colette. "It's yesterday, to-day and forever; I wish something would happen to it, Amarilly. I hate that surplice!" "I'm sorry, Miss King, but we all love it. And you see it means a good deal to Lily Rose; because she has looked at its photograph so long." "Very well, Amarilly. I yield. St. John shall wear his surplice once more, and when he does--" A sudden thought illumined her face. "I believe I will tell him--" Amarilly deemed it a fitting time to depart, and she hastened to assure Lily Rose that it was "all right."