"Maud and Sydney Dinsmore I think will serve," continued Rosie. "And wouldn't it be a pretty idea to have Elsie Raymond and Uncle Horace's Elsie, who is about the same size, as either bridesmaids or flower girls?" Everyone approved of that idea. "Now, it will be in order, I suppose, to settle about the material and colour of our dresses," remarked Lucilla. "Perhaps it might be as well to first decide at what time of year they are to be worn," suggested Mrs. Travilla in her gentle tones. "Yes, mamma, but--you do not want to disappoint Will, do you? And June is really the prettiest month in the year for a wedding, I think," said Rose. "None lovelier, daughter," her mother responded with a slight sigh, "but October, my own wedding month, seems to me no less suitable." "Why, yes, to be sure! if only Will could be satisfied to wait till then." "It will be hardly longer than the time he was given to understand he must expect to wait," returned her mother pleasantly, "or than he ought to think my Rose worth waiting for. But at all events, daughter, we must consult with your grandpa before deciding. Have you had any talk with him on the subject?" "No, mamma; I preferred coming to you first, and am almost sure grandpa will think it a matter for you to decide." "Probably; yet I shall want his opinion; and besides he is your guardian as well as your grandfather." "Along with you, mamma; and I love him as both, he is so dear and kind." "He is indeed," assented her mother. "He has told me more than once or twice that my children are scarcely less dear to him than his own." "Partly because our father was his dear friend as well as his son-in-law," added Violet softly. "Yes; they were bosom friends before I was born," her mother said with a far-away look in her eyes. "Then you must have been very much younger than he, Grandma Elsie," remarked Grace, half inquiringly. "Sixteen years younger. I was in my ninth year when I saw him first, and more than twice that age before I thought of him as anything but a dear, kind friend--my father's friend and mine." "And after that he seemed to you to grow younger, did he not, mamma?" asked Rosie. "Yes; when he joined us in Europe I had not seen him for two years, and as regarded age he seemed to have been standing still while I grew up to him; and in the daily and intimate intercourse of those months I learned that his worth was far greater than that of any other man of my acquaintance--excepting my father. Ah, there was never a better man, a truer friend, a kinder, more devoted husband and father than he." The sweet voice trembled with emotion; she paused for a moment, then went on: "He does not seem dead to me--he is not dead, but only gone before into the immediate presence of the dear Master, where I hope one day to join him for an eternity of bliss. "''Tis there we'll meet At Jesus' feet, When we meet to part no more.'"