“’Course I did!” declared Patty. “I don’t want to be married this year, thank you. But it was all I could do to dodge it!”
And then the confetti was showered on the departing couple, Kenneth tucked them into the motor car, Patty jumped in too, for a last rapturous hug of Christine, and Kenneth almost had to pull her out.
“Come, come, Patty,” he cried. “Let them make their getaway! I think they’ve missed the train as it is. There, now, they’re off! My, a best man’s lot is not a happy one! But our trials are over now, Patty girl, and we can take a little rest! Let’s go back and receive the congratulations of the audience on our good work.”
They went back to the house, laughing, and Patty succeeded in obtaining a few more blossoms from the bridal bouquet to save for Christine until she came back.
“Why didn’t you catch it, Patty?” said Kenneth. “Do you want to be an old maid?”
“‘Nobody asked me, sir, she said,’” and Patty dropped her eyes, demurely.
“You mean there’s nobody that hasn’t asked you!” returned Kenneth. “I’m going to ask you, myself, some day; but not to-night. I’ve had enough to do with matrimonial alliances for one day!”
“So have I,” laughed Patty. “Let’s put it off for a year, Ken.”
“All right,” was the laughing response, and then they rejoined the other young people.
After the reception was over, a few of Patty’s more intimate friends were invited to remain to dinner with the Fairfields.