Part 11 (1/2)

”You have to guess, it's a guessing show.”

Then came Beth in her j.a.panese costume, fanning vigorously.

Nan followed in a Turkey red calico wrapper, beloved of 'Vada's heart.

She tumbled down every two or three steps, which might have been the fault of the wrapper, or part of the show.

Last of all was Bobby, very hot and sweaty, in a moth-ball smelling fur rug, and ringing a bell.

”It looks like the four seasons,” said mother.

”O mother, but you are smart,” said Ethelwyn; ”we thought you couldn't possibly guess, so we were going to charge you another nickel!” she continued in a disappointed voice.

”I will pay it for guessing,” said mother, laughing.

”I'm spring, all dressed in green, and I spring when I walk,” said Ethelwyn beginning again.

”I'm summer,” said Beth fanning.

”And I'm fall,” said Nan, tumbling down, ”that hurts the worst,” she added with pride.

”I'm Christmas,” said Bobby, ”and I know now why it doesn't come in summer. My! I'm hot!” he continued, mopping his brow.

”I'm Fourth of July,” said Beth.

”And I'm Thanksgiving and turkey--”

”There isn't a thing but April fool in spring, I do believe,” said Ethelwyn, disgusted.

”Decoration Day, Arbor Day, and May Day,” said mother. ”It was a fine show, and the sun is out. You may go down now, and buy peanuts with your money.”

_CHAPTER XIV_ _The Wedding and the Visit_

Out in the country, G.o.d's flowers bravely grow.

And all the dusty wayside is edged with golden glow;

They were up in the nursery the next morning, having a wedding. A doll had opportunely lost her wig, and that always meant a good deal of excitement for the wigless one, for she was at once put to bed, and given medicine through the opening on top of the head, or made into a boy doll.

This last happened now; poor cracked and dead Billy Boy's wig was jauntily glued on the wigless head, and the late Janet became Lord Jimmy, and was in the process of being wedded to Arabella, the walking, talking doll from Paris.

They were propped up in the doll house, and Beth was marrying them.

”Lord Jimmy,” she said, ”wilt thou marry Arabella and n.o.body else and be her quilt in time of trouble--?”

”A quilt!” said Ethelwyn. ”What's that?”

”A comfort then,” said Beth with dignity, ”or something like that.

Anyway I wish you wouldn't talk in the middle of the wedding--and give her clothes, and things to eat, eh? Make him nod 'yes,' sister.” So Ethelwyn, reaching out an energetic hand, clutched the bridegroom by the waist and made him bow so low, that his freshly-glued wig came off.