“Oh, dozens of them, and he sent you something he wants you to wear to the wedding.”
“How lovely! When may I see it, Mrs. Bobs? Right after dinner?”
“Why, yes, I think I can easily get at it. I have not had a chance to before, for there has been so much going on and so much to talk about.”
“I wish I knew what it was. I suppose you wouldn’t mind telling me as it isn’t Christmas.”
“Do you really want to know before you see it?”
“Why”—Jack was doubtful, “yes, you might just tell me what it is without describing it at all, then I’ll be half surprised. It will make the dinner seem so long if I don’t know and I do want to enjoy it.”
Mrs. Roberts laughed. “You are the same funny youngster, Jack, that you were three years ago. Very well, then, it is a bracelet.”
“How deliciously lovely. I hope mother will let me wear it. I have never had one. Isn’t Carter a dear? Mrs. Bobs, when we are married I hope we can live next-door neighbors to you.”
Mrs. Roberts laughed again. “I hope you can, I am sure. So you still hold to your first love, do you?”
“Oh, but he isn’t my first love, exactly. I had ever so many before him, but he is the most grown up so it is the most serious.”