"I can't help laughing when I think of the Christmas
party last year, and how Rob made us all think he was a poor young man,
and she didn't like him at all. All of us girls thought she was so queer
not to want to dance with him, when he was so handsome and danced so
beautifully. I suppose she was just pretending she didn't care for him."
"Nobody ever'll know when Rob did change her mind about him," Ted
assured her. "She can make you think black's green when she wants to."
"Isn't she perfectly wonderful to-night?" sighed the pretty cousin, with
a glance from her own home-made frock--in which, however, she looked
like a freshly picked rose--to Roberta's bridal gown, shimmering through
mistiness, simplicity itself, yet, as the little cousin well knew, the
product of such art as she herself might never hope to command. "I
always thought she was perfectly beautiful, but she's absolutely
fascinating to-night."
"Tell that to Rich. I'm afraid he doesn't appreciate her," laughed Ted,
indicating his new brother-in-law, who, at the moment being temporarily
unemployed, was to be observed following his bride with his eyes with a
wistful gaze indicating helplessness without her even for a fraction of
time.
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