“You will be married in church?” Maud was saying inquiringly.

“No,” said Rosie in a tone of decision; “I mean to follow the good example of my mother and older sisters in having a home wedding.”

“And you will want ushers?  I was just going to ask who were to serve in that capacity.”

“I believe Mr. Croly has engaged my brothers Harold and Herbert, who are his most intimate friends,” replied Rosie; “but of course there will be plenty of time for all those arrangements.”

“I dare say he will ask Uncle Harold to be best man,” said Grace.

“Very likely,” said Rosie, “and Herbert, Chester, and Frank for ushers.  We may as well make it a family affair,” she added with a satisfied little laugh.

“And if either you or Will conclude that you would prefer a larger number it will be an easy matter to think of, and invite them to serve a little later,” remarked Violet.

“Yes, there is plenty of time,” said their mother, smiling lovingly into Rosie’s bright eyes.  “I am in no hurry to give my youngest daughter to even so entirely a good, worthy, and amiable young man as William Croly.”

“Please do not look at it in that way, mother dear.  Please remember that you are not to lose your daughter, but to gain another good son.”

“That is right, Rosie; I do believe it is going to prove a gain all round,” said Violet.

“Why, of course it is,” said Maud; “that is settled; so now let us consider and decide the important question what colours we are to wear on the grand occasion.  Lu, you wore canary colour at Betty Norris’ wedding; suppose I take that this time and you wear pink; it will become you quite as well, I think.”

“I suppose so,” said Lucilla, “and am perfectly willing to wear it.”

“And pink beside my white will look very pretty,” said Rosie.  “Lu is to be maid of honor, you know, girls.”

“Yes; and I for one highly approve your choice, Rosie,” said Evelyn with an affectionate, admiring look at Lucilla.

“Yes; and suppose we dress your little flower girls in pink, also,” suggested Mrs. Dinsmore.

That idea seemed to suit everybody.

“I like that colour,” remarked Elsie Dinsmore sagely, “but I shall be particular about having very handsome material.”

“It shall be handsome enough to accord well with the others,” said her mother with an amused laugh.

“I think straw colour becomes me,” remarked Maud; “so that is what I shall wear, if the rest of the party approve.”

“And blue will be the thing for Gracie and me,” said Sydney.  “What do you say to that, Gracie?”

“I am satisfied if Rosie and the rest approve,” was Grace’s pleasant-toned reply.

“So that is settled,” said Sydney.  “Wouldn’t it be well for us all to go into the city to-morrow, see what we can find there to suit us, and order other things sent for?”

“What do you say to that, mamma?” asked Rosie.