Wedding Cookies
Authors: George Edward Stanley
HE
K
ATIE
L
YNN
C
OOKIE
C
OMPANY
P
RESIDENT
: K
ATIE
L
YNN
V
ICE
P
RESIDENT
: T
INA
H
EAD
B
AKER
: G
RANDMA
A
GENDA
:
1. T
O MAKE SURE
G
RANDMA
’
S WEDDING GOES OFF WITHOUT A HITCH
.
2. T
O MAKE SURE THE
K
ATIE
L
YNN
C
OOKIE
C
OMPANY
SURVIVES
G
RANDMA
’
S WEDDING
.
3. T
O BE THE BEST FLOWER GIRLS EVER
!
Text copyright © 2001 by G. E. Stanley.
Illustrations copyright © 2001 by Linda Dockey Graves.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States of America by Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Stanley, George Edward.
Wedding cookies / by George Edward Stanley;
illustrated by Linda Dockey Graves.
p. cm. — (The Katie Lynn Cookie Company; #4)
“A Stepping Stone Book.”
Summary: The arrival of loads of relatives for Grandma’s wedding threatens to ruin Katie Lynn’s cookie company.
eISBN: 978-0-307-81707-5
[1. Weddings—Fiction. 2. Grandmothers—Fiction. 3. Cookies—Fiction.]
I. Graves, Linda, ill. II. Title.
PZ7.S78694We 2001 [Fic]—dc21 99-18953
A STEPPING STONE BOOK
and colophon are trademarks of Random House, Inc.
THE KATIE LYNN COOKIE COMPANY
is a trademark of Random House, Inc.
RANDOM HOUSE
and colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.
v3.1
To Mom—
for teaching me how to bake cookies
—G.E.S
.
Katie Lynn and Tina were in Katie Lynn’s kitchen. They were baking cookies for Mr. Chesterfield’s restaurant. They were also talking about Grandma’s wedding. In one week she was going to marry Jonathan Wilbarger’s grandfather.
“Jonathan will be your cousin now, Katie Lynn,” said Tina. “So he can’t be your boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend!” said Katie
Lynn. “Besides, I think he likes you better than me anyway.”
“Well, he has been teasing me more lately,” said Tina. “And you know what your grandmother says that means.” She dumped a cup of walnuts into the cookie dough and started mixing it together. “I still need to get your grandmother a wedding present,” she added. “But I can’t think of anything special.”
“Me neither,” said Katie Lynn. “Oh, well. We have a few more days. Maybe we’ll think of something.”
“I hope so,” said Tina.
“Weddings are so exciting,” Katie Lynn said. “I can hardly wait until Flossie gets here with our dresses.”
Flossie had been one of Grandma’s best friends in Florida. She was a famous
designer and was making all of the dresses for the wedding.
“People will think we’re models when they see us in them,” Tina said.
Just then, they heard a car pull into the driveway. Katie Lynn looked out the window. “It’s a taxi!” she cried.
“Let me see!” Tina said. She leaned over the sink next to Katie Lynn and looked. “Who is that lady?” she said. “She looks like a movie star with those big sunglasses.”
Grandma ran into the kitchen. “I think that’s Flossie!” she cried. She crowded in between Katie Lynn and Tina at the window. “Yes! It is!”
“She’s carrying a little white poodle,” said Katie Lynn.
“Wow! Look at that dog’s collar!” Tina cried. “I bet those are real diamonds!”
“Oh, dear!” Grandma said. “I forgot about Fifi!”
She headed toward the front door. Katie Lynn and Tina were right behind her. When they got there, Katie Lynn’s parents already had the door open.
Flossie was coming up the front walk. She was wearing a red hat, a red dress, and red shoes.
“I guess she likes red,” Katie Lynn whispered to Tina.
“I guess so,” Tina whispered back.
The taxi driver followed Flossie with several suitcases and a big green trunk.
“She must think your house is a hotel,” Tina said.
Flossie breezed into the living room. She hugged Grandma. “Darling!” she said. “It’s so good to see you!”
Fifi let out a growl.
Flossie frowned. “Oh, I do hope Fifi likes it here,” she said. “If she doesn’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Flossie paid the taxi driver.
“Take a look around, Fifi,” she said. “Tell Mama if you want to stay here.”
Fifi looked around. Then she curled up on a rug and went to sleep.
“I guess that settles that,” said Mrs. Cooke.
“Thank goodness!” Flossie said.
“We’re really excited about the dresses you made for us,” said Katie Lynn. “That was so nice of you.”
“It was my pleasure, darling,” said Flossie.
“Where are they?” Tina asked. Flossie pointed to the big green trunk.
“Oh, let’s see them!” Tina said.
She and Katie Lynn raced to the trunk.
“No!” Flossie cried.
Fifi was instantly awake. She jumped on top of the trunk and started barking.
“I’m still working on them, my dears,” Flossie said. “You can’t see them until right before the wedding.”
“But what if they don’t fit us?” Katie Lynn said.
“Your grandmother sent me everyone’s sizes,” said Flossie. “I’m sure they’ll fit you.”
“But I’ve probably grown since then,” Tina said.
“Me too,” Katie Lynn added.
“Well, you’ll just have to ungrow,” said Flossie. She sniffed the air. “What
is
that wonderful smell?”
“Cookies,” Katie Lynn said.
“Katie Lynn is the president of the Katie Lynn Cookie Company,” Tina said. “We bake cookies for Mr. Chesterfield’s restaurant.”
“Oh, 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 we
opened 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.”
