sure that's all I can do I'll run along home and get dressed."
"I don't suppose Aunt Sarah'll care to come, will she?"
"Oh no, I hardly think so. Of course, she just might take a notion, but she hardly notices anything these days, just sits sort of whispering to herself; sometimes it makes me feel creepy. Well, Evelyn and I'll be here by four—oh, and Carrie, of course."
Carrie leaned over the stairs as Kate came in the door. Her face glistened with cold cream; her head was knobby with curling-kids.
"Hey-o, lady love! I was deddid' worried, wif bofe the ladies oud gaddid'."
"I didn't mean to stay so long, but I was helping Charlotte with the flowers. She has this ridiculous idea that no one can do them like me; it's perfectly absurd. Isn't Evelyn home yet? She ought to be."
She stepped into their empty room and began picking up snowed underclothes, blue chiffon printed with soft red poppies and scented with amber. Outlandish!
"Look at this dress, Carrie! And I know it's the one she intends to wear this afternoon! Well, I'll just have to press it out for her, and I simply haven't a second."
"Could'd I do id, Kade?"
"No, I'll just have to." She gave a loud, exasperated sigh. "How's your cold?"
"I thig id's bedder, thag you. I've beed sbellig
