"And are you going to live here?"
"No, in Baltimore."
"Oh, dear, that is all that spoils it."
"Never mind," said Rock. "I shouldn't wonder if we were to come here summers, and I'll tell you, Dimple, maybe your mother will let you come visit us next winter, and I will take you sleighing."
That comforted Dimple somewhat.
"Where is the wedding to be? I never thought to ask," said she.
"At church, at half-past nine Thursday morning. Then we come back to your house to breakfast, and mamma and Mr. Dallas go away on the twelve o'clock train."
"When you say Mr. Dallas I think you mean my papa," said Dimple. "I wish you would call Uncle Heath papa."
"But he isn't my papa yet."
"Well, three days doesn't make much difference, and you need only say it to me."