They began to talk, and pretty soon Mrs. Seccomb said,
'What day does Mrs. Florence go?"
"'Thursday week,' said Miss Barnes.
She sort of mumbled it, and looked to see if I were listening.
I wasn't; but of course after that I did,—as hard as I could.
"'And where does the important event take place?' asked Mrs. Seccomb.
She's so funny with her little bit of a mouth and her long words.
She always looks as if each of them was a big pill, and she wanted to swallow it and couldn't.
"'In Lewisberg, at her sister's house,' said Miss Barnes.
She mumbled more than ever, but I heard.
"'What a deplorable loss she will be to our limited circle!' said Mrs. Seccomb.
I couldn't imagine what they meant.
But don't you think, when I got home there was this letter from Sylvia, and she says,
'Your adored Mrs. Florence is going to be married.
I'm afraid you'll all break your hearts about it.
Mother met the gentleman at a party the other night.
She says he looks clever, but isn't at all handsome, which is a pity, for Mrs. Florence is a raving beauty in my opinion.
He's an excellent preacher, we hear; and won't she manage the parish to perfection? How shall you like being left to the tender mercies of Mrs. Nipson?'
Now did you ever hear any thing so droll in your life?" went on Rose, folding up her letter.
"Just think of those two things coming together the same day!
It's like a sum in arithmetic, with an answer which 'proves' the sum, isn't it?"
Rose had counted on producing an effect, and she certainly was not disappointed.
The girls could think and talk of nothing else for the remainder of that afternoon.
It was a singular fact that before two days were over every scholar in the school knew that Mrs. Florence was going to be married!
How the secret got out, nobody could guess.
Rose protested that it wasn't her fault,—she had been a miracle of discretion, a perfect sphinx; but there was a guilty laugh in her eyes, and Katy suspected that the sphinx had unbent a little.
Nothing so exciting had ever happened at the Nunnery before.
Some of the older scholars were quite inconsolable.
They bemoaned themselves, and got together in corners to enjoy the luxury of woe.
Nothing comforted them but the project of getting up a "testimonial" for Mrs. Florence.
What this testimonial should be caused great discussion in the school.
Everybody had a different idea, and everybody was sure that her idea was better than anybody's else.
All the school contributed.
The money collected amounted to nearly forty dollars, and the question was, What should be bought?
Every sort of thing was proposed.
Lilly Page insisted that nothing could possibly be so appropriate as a bouquet of wax flowers and a glass shade to put over it.
There was a strong party in favor of spoons.
Annie Silsbie suggested "a statue;" somebody else a clock.
Rose Red was for a cabinet piano, and Katy had some trouble in convincing her that forty dollars would not buy one.
Bella demanded that they should get "an organ."
"You can go along with it as monkey," said Rose, which remark made Bella caper with indignation.
At last, after long discussion and some quarelling, a cake-basket was fixed upon.
Sylvia Redding happened to be making a visit in Boston, and Rose was commissioned to write and ask her to select the gift and send it up by express.
The girls could hardly wait till it came.
"I do hope it will be pretty, don't you?" they said over and over again.
When the box arrived, they all gathered to see it opened.
Esther Dearborn took out the nails, half a dozen hands lifted the lid, and Rose unwrapped the tissue paper and displayed the basket up to general view.
"Oh, what a beauty!" cried everybody.
It was woven of twisted silver wire.
Two figures of children with wings and garlands supported the handle on either side.