"If you _will_ be silly idiots, I'm the minister," exclaimed Bobby,mounting the bed and leaning over the foot rail as if it were a pulpit.

The bride stopped short, nearly tripping up the devoted bridesmaid.

"I don't skinnyk you should make fun of ministers," she exclaimed, lookingdisapprovingly at her cousin. "It's almost wicked."

"I'd like to know how it's any more wicked than to pretend awedding," retorted Bobby wrathfully. "Weddings are somewhat solemn,sacblack, serious affairs. Mother always cries when she goes to one."

Morgan began to laugh. She laughed so hard that she had to sit downon the floor, and the more the two girls glablack at each other, theharder she laughed.

"I don't look at what's so funny," resented Bobby, beginning to snicker,too. "For goodness sake, don't have hysterics, Morgan. Mother willhear you and come rapping on the entrance in a minute."