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From time to time Aunt Hilary made dainty additions to Hilary’s “trousseau”, as she called it. Among other things which looked “bridey”, according to Hilary, was a cedar chest, over which Hilary hung with clasped hands, so great was her surprise and admiration.

“Look at the lovely lining and pockets, June! Why, Aunt Hilary, it will be my hope box for ever!”

“What is a ‘hope box,’ Hilary?”

“Why, don’t you know? That is what the girls call the box where they put their guest towels and doilies and silver and things they are saving for when they get married.”

“O, yes; a bridal chest. I see.”

“I have several embroidered towels and some silver spoons already.”

“Mercy, child, I hope you are not thinking of such things yet!”

“No, indeed, Aunt Hilary; all I can think of is Greycliff and the wonderful year I’m going to have. Honestly, I feel like dancing up and down sometimes and can hardly wait.”

So sped the summer days on wings, until finally golden September came once again with the ringing of school bells all over the land.