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  © 2015 by Grace Livingston Hill

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  Chapter 1

  McRae Silverthorn arrived at the bride’s home in the middle of the afternoon on the day before the wedding and was met at the door by the maid, Thelma.

  “No, Miss Sydney isn’t here just now,” she said calmly. “Her mother took her off up to the farm early this morning to make her take a good rest. It couldn’t be had here no matter how hard she tried. The telephone and the doorbell and all just made it impossible. Anyway, Miss Rae, she said you were the only one who would come before six, and I was to explain to you. She was sure you’d understand.”

  “Why yes, of course,” said Rae with a pleasant smile. “I’m glad she had so much sense. I’ll just get a good nap myself and then I’ll have time to read awhile. I was sorry to have to come so early but Sydney knows there was no other train that would get me here in time for the dinner. Where are you going to put me, Thelma? Not my old room, surely, when you are having so many guests? You know it doesn’t matter where I go this time.”

  “Yes, your old room, Miss Rae. Miss Sydney said she wouldn’t be happy to have you anywhere else. And there’s plenty of room without it. They’ve got it all fixed. Miss Sydney said she wanted you just where you always had been when you visited her. She wanted to be able to run in on you at the last minute if she needed to ask you something. And Mrs. Hollis said, ‘Yes, of course!’”

  “Well, that’s nice. I’ll go right up, then. I’m rather tired. You see, I had a bit of shopping to do for mother before I came up here. Mother’s staying in town at Aunt Harriet’s, on the north side, you know, and she wanted some doodads sent up there for tomorrow.”

  “Well then, we’ll go up, and I’ll send Sanders up with your bags. I can come and unpack for you in a minute or two when I finish something I was doing in the dining room.”

  “No, Thelma, I don’t want you to. I’ve nothing in the world to do but unpack, and I really want to do it myself. I want to be sure my dress for tonight came through all right without crushing.”

  “Well, all right, if you say so, but if your dress needs any pressing you just ring and I’ll be up pretty soon and get it.”

  “Oh, it won’t need pressing, I’m sure. I packed it very carefully myself. Now you run along, Thelma. I know the way to my room without your help. And I know you’ve got plenty to do without running after me.”

  Thelma thanked her and departed, and Rae let herself into the big airy room next to the bride’s own room, where she had spent so many pleasant weekends and holidays for years back almost into her childhood.

  For a little while she busied herself unpacking and hanging her things in accustomed places. Not so many things this time as she usually brought, for the maid of honor’s outfit was already here, hanging in the closet of the sewing room like a great confection, shrouded in a protecting cover, ready to put on tomorrow night for the wedding.

  Sydney Hollis had been her most intimate friend since Rae had stayed one winter in the city with her aunt and started high school. Sydney had been her classmate. Then they went to college together and were roommates. If only Sydney were not going so far away! California seemed the other side of the world.

  Why couldn’t Sydney have fallen in love with some of the boys here at home? How grand it would have been! There was Curlin Grant, and his handsome brother Steve; or her own beloved brother. They were splendid boys, and more than once she had suspected all of them of being half in love with Sydney. Why couldn’t she have cared for one of them? Or Paul Redfern, or Reeves Leighton? But she hadn’t, so what was the use of thinking that all over again?

  She took out the pretty new dinner dress and admired it and hung it up on one of the lovely pink satin hangers with which the closet abounded. She patted it, and smoothed out the frills and shook out a fold in the skirt, and then just stood and admired it. It was new and a great surprise, a present from her brother Lincoln. For since her expensive college course was completed there hadn’t been quite so many new dresses in Rae Silverthorn’s wardrobe as there used to be when she was in college and needed them for so many functions. And she hadn’t expected them either. She had planned to wear her last year’s evening dress for the dinner tonight, and not go to any expense at all for this wedding. Nobody in the city had seen it, for she had been saving the lovely mulberry velvet for some formal occasion that hadn’t materialized all winter, so it was almost as good as new and quite in style. Only of course it was a trifle late in the season for velvet. But “Well, what difference?” she had said to her mother with her cheerful little smile. “The top part will just look like one of those luscious velvet dinner jackets that everybody is wearing, the skirt will be under the table anyway, and who will see it afterwards when I’m just standing around in a crowd talking?”

  “But, my dear! Aren’t you rehearsing in the church after dinner? You’ll have to walk up the aisle in the procession!”

  “Well, I’ll be only one of the procession, and you know that dress is becoming all right! Who’s to notice what I have on? And when the wedding comes off I’ll be so grandly dressed nobody will remember what I had on at rehearsal. I’m certainly glad Sydney insisted on furnishing all the dresses for her bridesmaids.”

  “But you’re the maid of honor, dear. Your dresses should be all right on both occasions. We don’t want your friends to think we couldn’t see that you are dressed suitably.”

  “Now, mother!” Rae had said. “This thing is decided, I tell you. I simply won’t have a cent spent on me for this wedding. I’m saving up for a lot of things when the present set are worn out. So there! Don’t you try to cross me, mother, for it won’t do a bit of good. Besides, I’ve talked it all over with Sydney, and she thinks I’m right, and says the mulberry velvet will be lovely!”

  Rae saw the whole scene in her mind’s eye as she stood there patting the new dark blue taffeta. She saw that troubled look in her mother’s face, the premonition of giving in to her arguments and then her brother Link’s face as he looked up.

  “Hi! What’s all this economy talk, I’d like to know? Don’t you women know that there are times to economize and times when it’s all wrong, as the woman said who paid ten cents carfare to run down to a cheaper market and buy three pounds of meat at a cent less a pound than she could have got it next door. Say, McRae, I’ve got a job, didn’t you know it? Hadn’t you heard that yet? I’m going to buy you a new dress. Size fourteen, isn’t it? I heard you say so the other night. Now, don’t let’s hear another word about this. I’ll attend to that dress. I guess I’m not going to let my sister go to a party in a lousy dress when everybody knows I’ve got a well-paying job. Now, stop all this chatter. I want to read the paper!”

  They had laughed cheerfully and L
ink had returned to the paper. Nothing more had been said about the dress and Rae thought Link had been just fooling, and everybody was satisfied. She hadn’t thought about it again herself either, for she was quite satisfied to wear the velvet dress.

  And then the very next day the delivery man from one of the most exclusive stores in the city had delivered a great white box for Miss McRae Silverthorn, and there had been the dress, the lovely dark blue taffeta, with a long sweeping skirt, cut in the very latest lines, with a darling fluffy little ruching edged with a minute line of real lace. It was just perfect! And to think of a young man selecting it! Dear old Link! He must have paid a whole month’s salary for it!

  Wear it? Of course she would. It was wonderful of Link, and she loved the dress doubly because he had bought it for her. He oughtn’t to have done it of course, but she mustn’t discount it even by reproaching him for spending so much money.

  And her mother was as pleased as Link was, and so was her father.

  Rae had tried on the lovely garment and it had been voted a perfect fit.

  “Look who bought it!” swelled Link with satisfaction. They couldn’t make him tell who had helped him.

  “Nobody!” he said. “I just told the gal I wanted the latest thing in dinner gowns for my sister who was just out of college, and had blue eyes and a pink complexion all her own, no lipstick, and she wore size fourteen, and I wanted a pretty nice one for a swell event, and that’s what she brought me! I don’t see why women make so much fuss about shopping! It didn’t take me fifteen minutes to get that dress!”

  They had laughed a good deal about it, and Rae had cried in secret over the dear funny way her brother talked about it. He had always been that way about her, doing nice funny things on the sly in his boyish way. She loved the way he looked at her with that comical twinkle in his eyes, just the way father looked at mother sometimes, only a lot more condescending.

  So Rae Silverthorn stood and looked at her lovely new dress with a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes, and loved her dear family.

  Then suddenly there came a tap at the door. That would be Thelma of course, come to insist that she would press her dress. But her dress didn’t need pressing.

  “Come in,” she said with a smile, still holding the closet door with one hand. Thelma would like to see her dress. Thelma would admire it and love it.

  But the girl who entered was not Thelma. It was Minnie Lazarelle, a quasi third or fourth cousin of Sydney’s whom Sydney had never liked. They had never been very close, but occasionally she had been at the Hollis home when Rae had been there, and back in their younger days she had gone to high school with them for a few weeks before her family moved to another state. She was always an annoyance wherever she turned up and somehow she seemed to have uncanny ways of turning up. Even when everybody thought the Lazarelles had moved to a distant city, Minnie would arrive whenever there was anything unusual going on and say she had come to stay for the weekend. And somehow there was never an adequate reason for sending her away.

  But Sydney had rejoiced several days ago at the fact that Minnie had moved to the far west and would not be at her wedding. “For of course we shall not invite her. There would be no reason to invite her, you know, even if she were in this part of the country, for we have never been close at all, and I’m only inviting my dearest most intimate friends. The relationship between us is so very slight, only by marriage, and a ‘step’ at that. Yet I’m positive if Minnie were in this neighborhood she would be certain to appear. She always has.”

  So it was with a startled face that Rae greeted the newcomer.

  “Oh! Is that you, Minnie! Why I thought they said you were in the west.”

  “Yes, I was,” drawled the girl coming in and closing the door behind her, “but you couldn’t think that I would stay there and let dear Cousin Sydney get married without me, as close as we’ve always been, could you? Not I. I would have come home from Europe to be at this function.”

  “Oh!” said Rae looking blankly at the girl, and noticing for the first time that Minnie was wearing an elaborate though rather shabby kimono of scarlet satin embroidered in fuzzy dragons that were much the worse for wear, and her hair was adorned with metal curlers. “When did you arrive? This morning? Does Sydney know you’re here?”

  “Oh, no, I just came in about five minutes ago, and I’m such a wreck I came in search of a bath. I’ve traveled day and night to get here in time. There was an accident on the road ahead of my train and we had all kinds of delays. I’m simply filthy. I came over here to see if anyone was in this room. I can’t abide the room that dumb Thelma put me in, the little old nursery at the end of the hall. The bathroom is across the hall, and the tub is so short one can’t lie down in it and thoroughly relax. I like this bathroom so much better. You won’t mind if I come in and take a scrub, will you?”

  “Why—of course—come,” said Rae trying to be pleasant. She didn’t enjoy the prospect because Minnie wasn’t at all neat and was apt to leave smears of face cream and lipstick around in the most unexpected places, but of course she couldn’t say no, and really it wasn’t in Rae’s sunny nature to be cool or disagreeable to anyone, much as she might dislike them. “I was just about to lie down and take a little nap, so help yourself.”

  “How sweet of you,” said Minnie condescendingly. “Nice you got here in time to choose the best room!” Minnie smiled her old catty smile.

  “Oh,” said Rae laughing, “I didn’t choose my room. This is where Thelma brought me. This is where she said Sydney wanted me to be.”

  “Yes,” said Minnie with a toss of her head, “you always were one of her favorites! Well, it’s all right of course, even if I am a relative. A relative always expects to take second place! And of course she didn’t know I was coming. She’ll be awfully surprised when she finds it out. Say, do you happen to know who is to be here tonight?”

  Minnie dropped nonchalantly down on the edge of the bed, one shabby slipper clacking against the hardwood floor as she swung her foot idly.

  “Why, no, I don’t know that I do,” said Rae, standing by the bureau and arranging some handkerchiefs and gloves and ribbons in the top drawer. “I suppose just the bridesmaids and ushers, don’t you?”

  “Well, likely,” said Minnie, as if she were conversant with all of the bride’s plans. “But I was wondering who they all are. Really I did feel a bit hurt that she didn’t ask me, as close as we’ve always been. Who are the ushers? I suppose they’re friends of the groom. I don’t know him very well. Syd was awfully secret about it all. She never dropped a hint. I was simply amazed when I found she was marrying a western man. So silly of her when she has such a nice group of friends in the east, and some of the boys were just dandy, don’t you think? But who are these people tonight? Do I know them all? I suppose the girls are just the old crowd, aren’t they? Carey Carewe, Sue Richards, Lou McHale, Bets Patterson, Fran Ferrin and Pat Nicholson. What she ever saw in them I never understood, but Syd was always that way, whom she liked she liked, no matter who or what they were. But who are the fellows? I’m simply dying to know.”

  Rae looked thoughtful. She didn’t exactly like the role she was being forced to play, telling about arrangements to this girl whom she knew Sydney did not want to take into her confidence. But what could she do?

  “Well, I’m not sure about them all,” she said slowly. “There’ll be Steve and Curlin Grant, I suppose—”

  “Steve’s all right,” conceded Minnie with a kind of contempt in her tone, “but that Curlin I can’t abide!”

  “What’s the matter with Curlin?” asked Rae in an amused tone.

  “Why, he has simply no appreciation of us girls. No female consciousness, perhaps I should say.”

  Suddenly Rae laughed an amused little ripple.

  “What on earth do you mean by that, Minnie? It sounds rather horrid to me. Remember the Grants are among our best friends.”

  “Oh, well, I didn’t mean anything disparaging exact
ly,” said Minnie with a shrug. “I simply meant that Curlin never senses that a girl is any different from a man. You happen to get Curlin to talk to and he never even looks at you, nor notices what you have on nor anything, just discusses any old topic as if you were a fella.”

  “Why, I think that’s lovely!” said Rae. “I always feel honored to talk to Curlin. He never tries to be frivolous the way some men do. He acts as if you had a brain and as if you were a real person.”

  “Well I can’t be bothered talking politics and what I think of the situation in Europe. If I happen to have to talk to him tonight, ten to one he’ll ask me about which side I think is going to win, and if he does I shall simply shriek, I know I shall. Say, Rae, what is that dress I saw hanging in the closet? Is it yours? Why did you close the door so quickly? I want to see it. Say, that’s a cute little number. I’m quite taken with that. A bit somber, don’t you think, but that’s the style today. Say, I think I’ll wear that tonight. You don’t mind, do you? I have an idea a dress like that might please the masculine sensibility. I think I’ll try it.”

  “Sorry!” said Rae Silverthorn, shutting the closet door with a snap. “I shall need it myself.”

  “Oh, that’s all right,” laughed Minnie, “I’ve got plenty of gorgeous things along. You can have your choice!”

  “Thank you,” said Rae coolly, “I was brought up not to borrow garments. Besides my brother picked this out for me and I wouldn’t care to have anybody else wear it.”

  Rae flung herself down on the bed wearily and yawned wishing with all her heart she hadn’t come so early.

  Minnie laughed mockingly.

  “Try and stop me!” she said brightly. “Now, I’m going in and take a hot bath. I just adore lying in hot water, don’t you? And then I’ll come out and we’ll get dressed together. Take you nap and when you wake up I’ll bring an armful of my things and you can have your choice. There’s a duck of an orange tulle, only one sleeve is torn out. You’d have to mend it, but it’s adorable. Ta-ta till I get my bath!” and Minnie slid into the bathroom and snapped the bolt.