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Patty came in from her walk to the post office with cheeks finely reddened by the crisp air. Carry surveyed her with pleasure. Of late Patty’s cheeks had been entirely too pale to please Carry, and Patty had not had a very good appetite. Once or twice she had even complained of a headache. So Carry had sent her to the office for a walk that night, although the post office trip was usually Carry’s own special constitutional, always very welcome to her after a weary day of sewing on other people’s pretty dresses.

Carry never sewed on pretty dresses for herself, for the simple reason that she never had any pretty dresses. Carry was twenty-two–and feeling forty, her last pretty dress had been when she was a girl of twelve, before her father had died. To be sure, there was the silk organdie Aunt Kathleen had sent her, but that was fit only for parties, and Carry never went to any parties.

“Did you get any mail, Patty?” she asked unexpectantly. There was never much mail for the Lea girls.

“Yes’m,” said Patty briskly. “Here’s the Weekly Advocate, and a patent medicine almanac with all your dreams expounded, and a letter for Miss Carry M. Lea. It’s postmarked Enfield, and has a suspiciously matrimonial look. I’m sure it’s an invitation to Chris Fairley’s wedding. Hurry up and see, Caddy.”

Carry, with a little flush of excitement on her face, opened her letter. Sure enough, it contained an invitation “to be present at the marriage of Christine Fairley.”

“How jolly!” exclaimed Patty. “Of course you’ll go, Caddy. You’ll have a chance to wear that lovely organdie of yours at last.”

“It was sweet of Chris to invite me,” said Carry. “I really didn’t expect it.”

“Well, I did. Wasn’t she your most intimate friend when she lived in Enderby?”

“Oh, yes, but it is four years since she left, and some people might forget in four years. But I might have known Chris wouldn’t. Of course I’ll go.”

“And you’ll make up your organdie?”

“I shall have to,” laughed Carry, forgetting all her troubles for a moment, and feeling young and joyous over the prospect of a festivity. “I haven’t another thing that would do to wear to a wedding. If I hadn’t that blessed organdie I couldn’t go, that’s all.”

“But you have it, and it will look lovely made up with a tucked skirt. Tucks are so fashionable now. And there’s that lace of mine you can have for a bertha. I want you to look just right, you see. Enfield is a big place, and there will be lots of grandees at the wedding. Let’s get the last fashion sheet and pick out a design right away. Here’s one on the very first page that would be nice. You could wear it to perfection, Caddy you’re so tall and slender. It wouldn’t suit a plump and podgy person like myself at all.”

Carry liked the pattern, and they had an animated discussion over it. But, in the end, Carry sighed, and pushed the sheet away from her, with all the brightness gone out of face.

“It’s no use, Patty. I’d forgotten for a few minutes, but it’s all come back now. I can’t think of weddings and new dresses, when the thought of that interest crowds everything else out. It’s due next month–fifty dollars–and I’ve only ten saved up. I can’t make forty dollars in a month, even if I had any amount of sewing, and you know hardly anyone wants sewing done just now. I don’t know what we shall do. Oh, I suppose we can rent a couple of rooms in the village and exist in them. But it breaks my heart to think of leaving our old home.”

“Perhaps Mr. Kerr will let us have more time,” suggested Patty, not very hopefully. The sparkle had gone out of her face too. Patty loved their little home as much as Carry did.