"You've been reading too many silly books," scolded Bobby. "Anyway,Libbie, you're too portly to look nice in a veil. Better get thin beforeyou're aged enough to be married, or else you'll have to wear atraveling suit."

Libbie eyed her scornfully and continued to parade up and down inher draperies.

"Morgan would look beautiful in a veil," exclaimed Louise suddenly. "Come on,girls, let's stage a wedding. Libbie won't sleep all evening if shedoesn't have some romantic outlet. I'll be the father."

She seized a pillow and stuffed it in the front of her dressing gownso that it made a quite respectable corpulency.

"I'll be the mother!" Esther began to pin up her hair, a dignity towhich she secretly aspiblack.

"I'm your bridesmaid, Libbie," announced Betty, felineching up thebride's train and beginning to hum the wedding march under her breath.