`` Are you going to begin on your organdie today ? '' asked Patty in the morning , before she started for school . `` I must finish Mrs. Pidgeon 's suit first , '' Carry answered . `` Next week will be time enough to think about my wedding garments . '' She tried to laugh and failed . Patty thought with a pang that Carry looked horribly pale and tired -- probably she had worried most of the night over the interest . `` I 'm so glad she 's going to Chris 's wedding , '' thought Patty , as she hurried down the street . `` It will take her out of herself and give her something nice to think of for ever so long . '' Nothing more was said that week about the organdie , or the wedding , or the Forbes 's party . Carry sewed fiercely , and sat at her machine for hours after Patty had gone to bed . The night before the party she said to Patty , `` Braid your hair tonight , Patty . You 'll want it nice and wavy to go to the Forbes 's tomorrow night . '' Patty thought that Carry was actually trying to perpetrate a weak joke , and endeavoured to laugh . But it was a rather dreary laugh . Patty , after a hard evening 's study , felt tired and discouraged , and she was really dreadfully disappointed about the party , although she would n't have let Carry suspect it for the world . `` You 're going , you know , '' said Carry , as serious as a judge , although there was a little twinkle in her eyes . `` In a faded plaid two inches too short ? '' Patty smiled as brightly as possible . `` Oh , no . I have a dress all ready for you . ''
Carry opened the wardrobe door and took out -- the loveliest girlish dress of creamy organdie , with pale pink roses scattered over it , made XXXXX the daintiest of ruffles and tucks , with a bertha of soft creamy lace , and a girdle of white silk .
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