Keep cool, and trust
Andy and Doctor Elder to get you safely married."
He stooped to kiss her, and Charlotte held him close for an instant. But
he made the brotherly embrace a short one, comprehending that much of
that sort of thing would be unsafe both for Charlotte and her family,
and went gaily away to the house next door.
"Nerve good?" Lanse asked Doctor Churchill, an hour later as they waited
in the vestry for the summons of the organ.
Doctor Churchill smiled. "Pretty steady," he answered. "Still--I'm aware
something is about to happen."
Lanse eyed him affectionately.
"Do you know it's a good deal to me to be gaining three brothers by this
day's work?" the doctor added; and Lanse felt a sudden lump in his
throat, which he had to swallow before he could answer:
"I assure you we're feeling pretty rich, to-day, too, old fellow."
It was all over presently--a very simple, natural sort of affair, with
the warm October sunlight streaming through the richly coloured windows
upon the figures at the altar, touching Celia's bright hair into a halo,
and sending a ruby beam across the trailing folds of Charlotte's bridal
gown.
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