Wedding Cookies by George Edward Stanley Page A

yes! Your grandmother told me,” Flossie said.
    “Katie Lynn and Tina are going to be on
The Betsy Baker Show
in a few months,” said Grandma proudly.
    Katie Lynn explained how they had won the Battle of the Bakers prize.
    “Betsy Baker is another dear friend!” Flossie said. “She has a house near mine in Florida.”
    “Really?” Katie Lynn cried.
    Flossie nodded.
    When Mrs. Cooke, Grandma, and Flossie had gone upstairs, Tina whispered, “Do you think Flossie would know if weopened the trunk and took a peek at the dresses?”
    Katie Lynn looked over at the big green trunk. Fifi had fallen asleep on top of it. “Flossie might not. But Fifi would,” she said. “She’d never let us near that trunk.”

Flossie spent the next day locked in Grandma’s bedroom. She warned everyone to stay away. “I’m putting the finishing touches on my masterpieces,” she told them.
    Fifi was curled up in front of the bedroom door. She wouldn’t let anyone get by.
    “I think Flossie is so beautiful,” Tina said. “I wish I looked like her.” She stared at her reflection in a big aluminum pot.“Maybe I should change my hairstyle,” she added.
    “Maybe you should help me put away the rest of these cookies,” said Katie Lynn.
    Just as they were finishing up in the kitchen, Mrs. Cooke shouted, “They’re here! They’re here!”
    “Who’s here?” Tina asked.
    “Some of Grandma’s distant nieces and nephews,” Katie Lynn said. “I’ve never met them before. But they wanted to come to her wedding.”
    Katie Lynn and Tina heard what sounded like a large truck pulling into the driveway.
    “What in the world is that?” Tina said.
    “Dad told them to bring their camper,” Katie Lynn explained. “We don’t have enough bedrooms for everybody. So they’re going to sleep in the camper.”

    Katie Lynn and Tina hurried to the front door. Mr. and Mrs. Cooke and Grandma were standing on the porch.
    “It looks like a house on wheels,” said Tina.
    The doors to the camper opened and a man, a woman, and a little boy jumped out.
    Grandma waved. “It’s Josh and Jane and their son, Johnny,” she said.
    While the grownups hugged each other, Johnny pushed past Katie Lynn and Tina and headed toward the kitchen. “I’m hungry!” he said.
    “Wait, Johnny!” Katie Lynn shouted.
    She and Tina took off after him.
    When they got to the kitchen, Johnny was stuffing his mouth full of Mr. Chesterfield’s cookies.
    “Oh, no!” cried Katie Lynn. She tookthe cookies and put them up on a shelf out of Johnny’s reach.
    “Cookies!” screamed Johnny. “Cookies!”
    Katie Lynn looked at Tina.
    “It’s worth it,” Tina said.
    Katie Lynn gave Johnny another cookie. Just then, they heard another car pull into the driveway.
    “Who’s that?” asked Tina.
    “More nieces and nephews,” Katie Lynn said.
    “I wonder if they’re going to eat our cookies, too,” said Tina.
    “Probably,” said Katie Lynn.
    Katie Lynn and Tina spent the rest of the day keeping Johnny out of trouble.
    By dinner that night, there were ten relatives in Katie Lynn’s house. And that wasn’t even counting Flossie and Fifi.There were even two cousins staying in Katie Lynn’s bedroom. And there were barely enough cookies left for Mr. Chesterfield’s order.
    Suddenly, this wonderful week wasn’t looking so wonderful after all.

Tina came over early the next morning and went upstairs to Katie Lynn’s bedroom.
    “Mr. Chesterfield needs his cookies right away,” she said. “I told him we’d bring them.”
    Katie Lynn yawned. “When did you talk to him?” she asked.
    “He called our house this morning,”Tina replied. “He said your line was busy.”
    “He’s right,” Katie Lynn said. “The relatives have been talking on the telephone a lot.”
    Katie Lynn got dressed. Then she and Tina headed downstairs.
    The relatives were in the living room. They were arguing about which television program to watch.
    Johnny was chasing Fifi through the