ed. After the kissing and the congratulations,
a breakfast was served on the wide piazzas, and the orchestra behind
the screen of palms began its strains of gay music.

After Geraldine had cut the bride's cake and disappeared to put on her
going-away gown, one of the waiters brought out the rice.

Mrs. Barry begged the company not to be too generous with it. "Just a
pinch apiece," she said. "Don't embarrass them."

Adele Hastings, the maid of honor, laughed with her maids. She had come
very close to Geraldine in the last weeks, and she had managed to get
both umbrellas of bride and groom and put as much rice into them as the
slim fastenings would permit. She believed the bridal pair were going to
take a water trip, and she felt that the effect of opening the umbrellas
on a sunny deck some day would be exhilarating.

Mrs. Barry, as serene as ever, and very handsome in her lavender satin,
disappeared upstairs for a few minutes. When she returned, Lamson was
driving the automobile around to the front of the house.

"Now, be merciful to those poor youngsters," she said again, as, armed
with rice, they ranged themselves on the piazza and steps, making an
aisle for the hero and heroine to pass through. They waited, talking
and laughing, when suddenly there was a burst of sound. Over the
house-top came an increasing whirr, and an aeroplane suddenly flew over
their heads. An excited cry arose from the cheated crowd. Laughter and
shrieks burst from every upturned face. _Cher Ami_ circled around the
house, flew away and returned, the young people below shouting messages
that were never heard. At last down through the laughter-rent air came
the bridal bouquet, and scrambling and more shrieks ensued. The little
girl with the greenest eyes of all--one of the bridesmaids she
was--secured it. We'll hope it was a comfort to her.

Lamson was demurely driving the car back to the garage, and Mrs. Barry,
her dignity for once all forgotten, was laughing gayly. The wedding
party fell upon her with reproaches while the orchestra gave a spirited
rendition of "Going Up," the aviation operetta of the day.

They all watched the flight for a time, but the music invited, and soon
the couples were disappearing through the windows into the house and
gliding over the floor.

Mrs. Barry and Miss Upton stood together, still following the swiftly
receding aeroplane.

Mrs. Barry shook her head and sighed, smiling. "Young America! Young
America!"