'
This didn't stir Dolores, but presently Mysie returned again, followed
by Mrs. Halfpenny, grumbling that 'A' the bonnie napery that she had
packed and carried sae mony miles by sea and land should be waured on a
wheen silly feckless taupies that 'tis the leddies' wull to cocker up
till not a lass of 'em will do a stroke of wark, nor gie a ceevil
answer to her elders.'
Mysie, with a bundle of damask cloths under her arm, paused to repeat,
'Are you not coming Dolly? Your dear Miss Constance is there looking
for you?'
This did move Dolores, and she followed to the coach-house, where
everybody was buzzing about like bees, the tables and forms being
arranged, and upon them dishes with piles of fruit and cakes,
contributions from other associates. All the vases, great and small,
were brought out, and raids were made on the flower garden to fill
them. Little scarlet flags, with the name of each parish in white,
were placed to direct the parties of guests to their places, and Harry,
Macrae, and the little groom were adorning the beams with festoons.
The men from the coffee-tavern supplied the essentials, but the ladies
undertook the decoration, and Aunt Adeline, in a basket-chair, with her
feet on a box, directed the ornamentation with great taste and ability.
Constance Hacket had been told off to make up a little bouquet to lay
beside each plate, and Dolores volunteered to help her.
'Well, dearest, will you come to me on Sunday?'
'I don't know.
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