"I'm afraid Peggy should have consulted me earlier," I said with a spite
born of the recollection.
It would have been more than mortal not to take offense at that. Mrs.
Henry's face grew red, and after a few perfunctory words she and Meg left,
and Mrs. Whitney went out with them.
As Mrs. Henry backed into the hall, she almost collided with Kitty, who
had just come up.
"Talking wedding?" that tease asked, following me back into the parlour
and pirouetting before a mirror. "Chastening experience for once in a way
to see mysel' as ithers see me. Big wedding, won't it be? Florist told
Cadge he was forcing a churchful of peach and apple blossoms. You're a
bridesmaid, ain't you? That _was_ Mrs. Henry? Know I've seen her
here. Looks apoplectic; and there's too much musk in her violet."
"That was Mrs. Henry, but I'm not on Peggy's list. How are the beastesses'
noses and toeses?"
"Ambulance rung for." Kitty darted to another looking glass. "Regular hall
of mirrors, ain't it? Helen, why are photo-engravers--but say, I've seen a
list of bridesmaids; Ann Fredericks was one, cousin of _the_
Frederickses; great for Helen, we all said--Pros.
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