Evening weddings are so much prettier! We
can't change now, of course, with the guests all
invited. That is, I suppose you do have guests!''

Mrs. Hartwell's voice was aggrievedly despairing.

``Oh, yes,'' smiled Billy, demurely. ``We have
guests invited--and I'm afraid we can't change
the time.''

``No, of course not; but it's too bad. I
conclude there are announcements only, as I got no
cards.

``Announcements only,'' bowed Billy.

``I wish Cyril had consulted _me_, a little, about
this affair.''

Billy did not answer. She could not trust herself
to speak just then. Cyril's words of two
days before were in her ears: ``Yes, and it will
give Big Kate time to try to make your breakfast
supper, and your roses pinks--or sunflowers.''

In a moment Mrs. Hartwell spoke again.

``Of course a noon wedding is quite pretty
if you darken the rooms and have lights--you're
going to do that, I suppose?''