Then came the silence of utter horror.
"Not the measles," begged Carol, wounded afresh. "Give me diphtheria, or smallpox, or--or even leprosy, and I"ll bear it bravely and with a smile, but it shall not be said that Carol"s measles spoiled the wedding."
"Oh, Carol," wailed Prudence, "don"t have the measles,--please don"t.
I"ve waited all my life for this wedding,--don"t spoil it."
"Well, it"s your own fault, Prue," interrupted Lark. "If you hadn"t kept us all cooped up when we were little we"d have had measles long ago.
Now, like as not the whole family"ll have "em, and serve you right. No self-respecting family has any business to grow up without having the measles."
"What shall we do now?" queried Constance practically.
"Well, I always said it was a mistake," said Fairy. "A big wedding--"
"Oh, Fairy, please don"t tell me that again. I know it so well. Papa, whatever shall we do? Maybe Jerry hasn"t had them either."
"Why, it"s easily arranged," said Lark. "We"ll just postpone the wedding until Carol"s quite well again."
"Bad luck," said Connie.
"Too much work," said Fairy.
"Well, she can"t get married without Carol, can she?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Lark.
"Are you sure it"s measles, Aunt Grace?"
"Yes, it"s measles."
"Then," said Fairy, "we"ll get Alice Bird or Katie Free to bridesmaid with Lark. They are the same size and either will do all right. She can wear Carol"s dress. You won"t mind that, will you, Carol?"
"No," said Carol moodily, "of course I won"t. The only real embroidery dress I ever had in my life--and haven"t got that yet! But go ahead and get anybody you like. I"m hoodooed, that"s what it is. It"s a punishment because you and Jim cheated yesterday, Lark."
"What did you do?" asked Connie. "You seem to be getting the punishment!"
"Shall we have Alice or Katie? Which do you prefer, Lark?"
"You"ll have to get them both," was the stoic answer. "I won"t bridesmaid without Carol."
"Don"t be silly, Lark. You"ll have to."
"Then wait for Carol."
"Papa, you must make her."
"No," said Prudence slowly, with a white face. "We"ll postpone it. I won"t get married without the whole family."
"I said right from the start--"
"Oh, yes, Fairy, we know what you said," interjected Carol. "We know how you"ll get married. First man that gets moonshine enough into his head to propose to you, you"ll trot him post haste to the justice before he thinks twice."
In the end, the wedding was postponed a couple of months,--for both Connie and Fairy took the measles. But when at last, the wedding party, marshalled by Connie with a huge white basket of flowers, trailed down the time-honored aisle of the Methodist church, it was without one dissenting voice p.r.o.nounced the crowning achievement of Mr. Starr"s whole pastorate.
"I was proud of us, Lark," Carol told her twin, after it was over, and Prudence had gone, and the girls had wept themselves weak on each other"s shoulders. "We get so in the habit of doing things wrong that I half expected myself to pipe up ahead of father with the ceremony. It seems--awful--without Prudence,--but it"s a satisfaction to know that she was the best married bride Mount Mark has ever seen."
"Jerry looked awfully handsome, didn"t he? Did you notice how he glowed at Prudence? I wish you were artistic, Carol, so you could ill.u.s.trate my books. Jerry"d make a fine ill.u.s.tration."
"We looked nice, too. We"re not a bad-looking bunch when you come right down to facts. Of course, it is fine to be as smart as you are, Larkie, but I"m not jealous. We"re mighty lucky to have both beauty and brains in our twin-ship,--and since one can"t have both, I may say I"d just as lief be pretty. It"s so much easier."
"Carol!"
"What?"
"We"re nearly grown up now. We"ll have to begin to settle down. Prudence says so."
For a few seconds Carol wavered, tremulous. Then she said pluckily, "All right. Just wait till I powder my nose, will you? It gets so shiny when I cry."
"Carol!"
"What?"
"Isn"t the house still?"
"Yes--ghastly."
"I never thought Prudence was much of a chatter-box, but--listen! There isn"t a sound."
Carol held out a hand, and Lark clutched it desperately.
"Let"s--let"s go find the folks. This is--awful! Little old Prudence is gone!"
CHAPTER V
THE SERENADE
A subject that never failed to arouse the sarcasm and the ire of Fairy was that of the Slaughter-house Quartette. This was composed of four young men--men quite outside the pale as far as the parsonage was concerned--the disreputable characters of the community, familiar in the local jail for frequent bursts of intoxication. They slouched, they smoked, they lounged, they leered. The churches knew them not. They were the slum element, the Bowery of Mount Mark, Iowa.
Prudence, in her day, had pa.s.sed them by with a shy slight nod and a glance of tender pity. Fairy and Lark, and even Connie, sailed by with high heads and scornful eyes,--haughty, proud, icily removed. But Carol, by some weird and inexplicable fancy, treated them with sweet and gracious solicitude, quite friendly. Her smile as she pa.s.sed was as sweet as for her dearest friend. Her "Good morning,--isn"t this glorious weather?" was as affably cordial as her, "Breakfast is ready, papa!"
This was the one subject of dispute between the twins.
"Oh, please don"t, Carol, it does make me so ashamed," Lark entreated.
"You mustn"t be narrow-minded, Larkie," Carol argued. "We"re minister"s girls, and we"ve got to be a good influence,--an encouragement to the--er, weak and erring, you know. Maybe my smiles will be an inspiration to them."
And on this point Carol stood firm even against the tears of her precious twin.