did n’t exactly forget you. Only there were so many things that seemed to happen all at once, and every day I meant to write to you, or to see you,—I really did.”
Brenda was inclined to put the case very strongly, because she knew that she was more than a little in the wrong. It was n’t just the thing to “make everything,” as the girls said, of a friend, and then drop her suddenly. At fifteen, a week in length is like a month to one who is older, and Amy had really felt very forlorn. In consequence, while she accepted Brenda’s apologies, in her manner there was just enough dignity to make Brenda feel a little uncomfortable.
After the first explanations were over, however, both girls were soon deep in all the details of the wedding. Brenda described her dress and Julia’s—they were to be the only bridesmaids—so vividly that Amy could picture them as they should look on that eventful day, from the wreath of white roses that they were to wear to the tips of their bronze shoes. A day or two earlier Amy might have listened with less interest to this glowing description; but now, as she thought of the pineapple silk, she knew that she was pretty sure herself to be one of the gay party. With this expectation, she could naturally take more interest in Brenda’s lively narration.
“You see,” said Brenda, “Agnes wishes me to have as jolly a time as possible out of it, and so I am to have all the girls, Frances and Edith and Belle—you ’ve never met Frances or Belle, and Nora, of course. It’s too bad that Ruth Roberts can’t be here,—she’s a great friend of
