All that was ever known about that journey was that these travellers stopped at the hospital in New York , and went on better friends than before after hearing from the good Doctor all the pathetic story of little Midge . The young Plums had long ago given up the hope of ever seeing Do and Flo again , for they started in June and it was early in September when Aunt Maria appeared before them without the least warning , accompanied by a pleasant gentleman from Boston . Six kisses had hardly resounded from Aunty 's blooming cheeks when a most attractive box was produced from the Russia leather bag , and the wandering dolls restored to the arms of their enraptured mammas . A small volume neatly written and adorned with a few pictures of the most exciting incidents of the trip also appeared . `` Every one writes or prints a book in Boston , you know , so we did both , '' said Aunt Maria , laughing , as she handed over the remarkable history which she had composed and Mr. Beacon illustrated . It was read with intense interest , and was as true as most stories are nowadays . `` Nothing more delightful can happen now ! '' exclaimed the children , as they laid by the precious work and enthroned the travelled dolls in the place of honor on the roof of the baby-house . But something much more delightful did happen ; for at Thanksgiving time there was a wedding at the Plums ' . Not a doll 's wedding , as Flo had planned , but a real one , for the gentleman from Boston actually married Aunt Maria . There were six bridesmaids , all in blue , and Flora and Dora , in the loveliest of new pink gowns , were set aloft among the roses on the wedding-cake , their proper place as everyone said , for there never would have been any marriage at all but for this Doll 's Journey From Minnesota to Maine . VI . MORNING-GLORIES . `` What 's that ? '' -- and Daisy sat up in her little bed to listen ; for she had never heard a sound like it before . It was very early , and the house was still . The sun was just rising , and the morning-glories at the window were turning their blue and purple cups to catch the welcome light . The sky was full of rosy clouds ; dew shone like diamonds on the waving grass , and the birds were singing as they only sing at dawn . But softer , sweeter than any bird-voice was the delicate music which Daisy heard . So airy and gay was the sound , it seemed impossible to lie still with that fairy dancing-tune echoing through the room .
Out of bed scrambled XXXXX , her sleepy eyes opening wider and wider with surprise and pleasure as she listened and wondered .
Aunty Boston Daisy Doctor MORNING-GLORIES Maria Russia VI bird-voice wedding-cake