"But this is a Prohibition State," said Gwen with a smile. "We'd better take ginger-ale."
"Done!" said Mr. Mitchell. "I believe in following the customs, you know."
"You must be sure to get some one to paint the name to-morrow," Ethel reminded him.
"I'll do it," Kenneth offered amiably.
"Will you truly? How good of you." Ethel looked pleased. "I'm sure we should have to wait weeks for Abiel Toothacre. Everyone is so busy now."
"Oh, you bad, bad child," said Gwen as she and Kenneth walked away. "What made you so wicked?"
Kenneth laughed. "He afforded me such an excellent opportunity, and, really, I pleased him."
"It is too mean, and they have offered their house for our wedding breakfast to be served in."
"That is good of them. However I could not resist the temptation. He did look so like an insect as he stood there, and for the moment I was reminded of my last summer's prejudices. No, darling, of course I haven't them any more. Didn't I offer to paint the yacht's name? and didn't I send them one of my pet pictures as a wedding present? It is a joke—only a joke, yours and mine. Besides, now when we speak of the Jar-fly, we shall mean the yacht, and never the owner, so in due time the reference will have an entirely different association."
"What subtle reasoning. Of course there is nothing to be done now, and we shall have to accept the joke. Still I protest it was very wicked of you."