"You can call her something else," Helen said.
"Mrs. C. would be a jaunty way of addressing her."
"Well, anyway, she's going to marry me, bless her heart. Get up! Notya wants to know why supper isn't ready." He did a clumsy caper on the grass. "Who's glad?"
"I am," Helen said.
"When?" Miriam asked.
"Soon."
"What did Notya say?" was Helen's question.
"Nothing worth repeating. Don't talk of that."
"Well," Miriam remarked, "it will be a very interesting affair to watch."
"Confound your impudence!"