"At the reception, yes. And I shall see you there?"
"Of course. I say, Mr. Blaney, why don't you write a wedding poem for Miss Galbraith? She'd love it! She wants everything for her wedding that can possibly be procured."
"No. A poem of mine cannot be ordered, as from a caterer!"
"Oh, forgive me! I didn't mean that. But, I thought you might write one, because I asked you."
"No, Miss Fairfield. Anything you want for yourself, but not for others. A thousand times no! You understand?"
"Yes, of course. I oughtn't to have asked you. But I'm so delighted with this poem of mine, that I spoke unthinkingly. Now, I must run away; Elise is beckoning frantically, and I daresay the guests are taking leave of me, and I'm not there! Good-bye, Mr. Blaney, until we meet in New York. And thank you more than I can say for your gift, your ever-to-be treasured gift."
"It is my privilege to have offered it and for me to thank you for the opportunity."
CHAPTER IX
A SHOWER
"If you ask me," Patty said to Nan, "I think these 'shower' affairs are ridiculous. All the girls who are coming today will give Mona a wedding present, so why add a shower gift?"