“Where’s Emily?” demanded Betty, coming to Sayre a few moments later.
“Why, she was here a minute or two ago,” returned Rodney, mindful of his instructions.
“Well, where is she now?” and Betty grew impatient.
“Isn’t she in the present room?”
“No, I can’t find her anywhere. And everybody has gone home, except the wedding party, and the Rehearser will be here pretty quick. Oh, it’s awful to be maid of honor to a bride like Emily! Do help me, Rod. Don’t sit there grinning like a Chinese god of happiness! Get up, and find Emily.”
“Not so. You get Black Pearl; she’ll smoke Emily out. Or ask Aunt Judy. I can’t run around looking for the bride.”
Betty went off, and then half a dozen young people from near-by houses came trooping in. They were the rest of the bridesmaids and ushers and with
