After a little more discussion it was decided they would do so; also that the children should have a full holiday, and while their mother was giving orders and overseeing the necessary preparations for the entertainment, papa should take them all in the roomy family carriage and drive over to the Oaks, Roselands, Ashlands and Pinegrove to give the invitations.  Beside these near friends only the minister and his wife were to be asked; but as Adelaide and her family were at this time paying a visit to Roselands, and Lucy Ross was doing the same at her old home, and all the younger generation except the mere babies, were to be included in the invitation, should all accept it would be by no means a small assemblage.

Early hours were named for the sake of the little ones; guests to come at six, refreshments to be served at eight, and the Ion children, if each would take a nap in the afternoon, to be allowed to stay up till nine.

How delighted they were:  how the little eyes danced and sparkled, and how eagerly they engaged to fulfill the conditions, and not to fret or look cross when summoned at nine, to leave the drawing-room and be put to bed.

“O, mamma, won’t you wear your wedding dress?” cried little Elsie; “do, dear mamma, so that we may all see just how you looked when you were married.”

Elsie smiled, “You forget, daughter, that I am ten years older now, and the face cannot be quite the same.”

“The years have robbed it of none of its beauty,” said Mr. Travilla.

“Ah, love is blind,” she returned with a blush and smile as charming as those of her girlhood’s days.  “And the dress is quite out of date.”

“No matter for that.  It would gratify me as well as the children to see you in it.”

“Then it shall be worn, if it fits or can be altered in season.”

“Veil and all, mamma,” pleaded Elsie, “it is so beautiful—­Mammy showed it to me only the other day and told me you looked so, so lovely; and she will put the orange blossoms in your hair and on your dress just as they were that night; for she remembers all about it.”

The children, ready dressed for their drive, were gathered in a merry group on the veranda, Eddie astride of Bruno, waiting for papa and the carriage, when a horse came cantering up the avenue, and Mr. Horace Dinsmore alighted and stepped into their midst.

“Oh, grandpa, what you turn for?” cried Harold in a tone of disappointment, “we was dus doin to ’vite you!”

“Indeed!”

“Yes, grandpa, it’s a ’versary to-day” explained Vi.

“And mamma’s going to be married over again,” said Eddie.

“No, no; only to have a party and wear her wedding dress,” corrected Elsie.

“Papa, good morning,” cried their mother, coming swiftly through, the hall, “I’m so glad, always so glad to see you.”

“I know it,” he said, pressing a fatherly kiss on the sweet lips, then holding her off for an instant to gaze fondly into the fair face.  “And it is ten years to-day since I gave Travilla a share in my treasure.  I was thinking of it as I rode over and that you should celebrate this anniversary at your father’s house.”