"
In spite of the confusion of the wedding preparations, Helen did do credit
to Kitty's nursing; and last evening, when there came the climax of all
the bustle, she seemed stronger even than on Friday.
It was a night to remember!
The big Indians of the canvasses peeped grimly from ambushes of flowers
and tall ferns, as the studio door opened and Kitty came running to meet
me, her cheeks flushed and her curls in a hurricane.
"'Most time for the minister," she cried breathlessly, "and not a sign of
Cadge! Not a sign! And I want to tell you--Helen's sorry we invited the
General, but she won't come, so that's no matter; but the Bakers--do they
like him?"
"Like the minister?"
"Like Ned Hynes?" panted Kitty. "When we asked 'em yesterday, I forgot,
but he'll be here. Pros. and he belong to a downtown club--'At the Sign of
the Skull and Crossbones'--or something--"
"Well?"
"Oh, it's all right, but I thought I'd tell you. If only Cadge'd come!
That's what eating me!" Kitty groaned. "But do you see our Princess? All
she needed was me to make her comfy. Shall I get you the least little bit
of colour, out of a box, Helen? Or--no; you're too lovely.
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