All the Brownies, dressed in fresh Scout uniforms, arrived early at the church. An usher escorted them to their seats, a special roped-off pew at the front. “I hope everything goes off well,” Vevi whispered nervously to Connie. “Wouldn’t it be awful if Hanny should drop the ring?” “Sh!” Connie warned severely. “The ceremony is starting.” An expectant hush had fallen upon the church throng. The organist began to play a solemn wedding march. “Here they come!” whispered Rosemary, twisting around to see. “Oh, how lovely!” Hanny led the stately procession down the carpeted aisle. She was dressed in white, and carried a basket of flower petals which she dropped one by one ahead of the bride. Miss Mohr wore a white satin gown with long train and a veil. Her flowers were Golden Beauty tulips. She had never been more lovely. “Doesn’t Miss Gordon look nice too?” murmured Connie. The Brownie Scout leader was dressed in pink, with a large picture hat. She and the other bridesmaids carried bouquets of tulips also. At the proper moment in the ceremony, the ring was produced. Then the minister spoke the words which made Miss Mohr and Mr. Van Der Lann man and wife. “There! It’s over!” Vevi whispered. “Now we can throw our rice!” As soon as the procession had passed out of the church, the Brownie Scouts hastened to the exit. They were in time to see the bridal party getting into cars. “Now for the rice!” chuckled Vevi. Each Brownie Scout had brought a small bag filled with rice grains. Laughing and shouting, they hurled it at the bridal couple. Miss Mohr leaned out of the car to speak to the girls. “Peter and I will soon return from our honeymoon,” she said. “When we do, we want you all to come often to visit us at Windmill Farm.” “We will,” promised Connie, speaking for all the Brownies. “One more thing,” said Miss Mohr. “I have a special request.” “What is it, Miss Mohr--I mean Mrs. Van Der Lann?” inquired Vevi politely. “I want all the Brownies to walk past the library when they leave the church.” Now Vevi thought this a most strange request indeed. “Past the library?” she repeated, thinking that possibly the librarian had made a slip of tongue. “Yes, dear, it’s a surprise. From Peter.” Vevi and the other Brownies were more mystified than ever. Before they could ask a single question, the cars began to move away. Mr. Van Der Lann opened a paper sack. He began to toss cellophane-wrapped candies to the children. “_Suikers_,” he explained with a smile. “Sugar plums. It’s an old Dutch custom to throw them at every wedding.” The Brownies caught most of the sugar plums. Jane, who was agile, picked up four, and Vevi captured three. The other girls had at least one or two apiece. The bridal cars rounded a corner and were gone. For just a minute, the Brownie Scouts felt lonesome. “What shall we do now?” asked Sunny. “Go home?”