“The next thing,” said Madge, “is to decide roughly upon a date. Let’s see. This is March. What about some time in May?”
“That’s all right for me,” said Eleanor. “As at present arranged, I get back from Nice——”
“My dear good child,” said her hostess, “you can wash Nice out. You’ve got to get your trousseau.”
The lovers regarded one another.
“Can’t she get that at Nice?” said David. “I mean, I’d thought I’ld go too. Give the east winds a miss an’ play a little pat-ball an’——”
“Nice?” said Crispin. “You won’t have time to get to Worthing and back. You haven’t the remotest idea of what you’re up against. As a rule, a full-dress wedding takes over two months to produce, and that means going full blast the whole of the time.”
Herrick shifted uneasily.
“Must—er—must it be full-dress?” he ventured. “I mean——”
A shriek from Madge and Eleanor cut short the protest.
“But, of course,” cried his hostess. “You must be married at St. Margaret’s, with six bridesmaids.”