“You never do, anyhow, do you?” said Nan, laughing.
Meantime, Patty was discussing great and important matters with Farnsworth.
“I leave all plans and arrangements to you,” he was saying; “I believe that’s the bride’s prerogative anyhow, but I’m really ignorant of such matters. Personally, I’d rather just be married to you, and run away from everybody,—without any bells on,—but it’s as you say.”
“Nay, nay, Pauline! Little Patty has to have a wedding, as is a wedding! Not an awful big crowd and not a gorgeous pageant, but a nice sweet pretty home wedding, with lots of white satin ribbons!”
“Not tied onto trunks and things!”
“Oh, no! Of course, not that! I mean aisles of it, and white stanchions——”
“What in the world are those?”
“Florists’ posts to hold up the garlands that make the aisle through which your bride shall come to you!”
“Patty Blossom! When you say those things you do look so sweet! How can I wait till June?”
“Oh, the time will just fly! By the way, dear, why can’t I go up in a flying machine? Everybody does.”