“Yes,” agreed Eleanor chokingly.
“Certainly it is,” put in Mary Brooks decisively “And high time, in my opinion. Do you want her to wear herself out doing things for other people, with nobody whose special business it is to do things for her? Do you want her to miss any of the good things life has for her? I say, hurrah for Montana Marie O’Toole, who helped Betty decide on Jim.”
“That’s right, Mrs. Hinsdale,” broke in Mr. Morton excitedly. “I’ve been doing my best for some time, but I guess I’m a poor hand at matchmaking. Anyhow it took the young lady from Montana to pull this affair off.”
“Things were so nice as they were,” mourned Madeline.
“They’re terribly nice as they are, I think,” said little Helen Adams eagerly.
“Hurrah for the end of Betty Wales!” cried Bob.
“Hurrah for Betty Wales herself!” put in Madeline.
“Hurrah for Mrs. Jim!” shouted all the Merry Hearts together, so loudly that Betty and Jim, who had stopped the carriage just around the curve to shake off the daisies, heard it and smiled appreciatively at each other.
“And for Mr. Jim!” went on the chorus impartially. “And for their married life!” it ended, to round out the subject.
Betty snuggled closer to Jim. “It’s all been lovely, and I shall like having the tea-shops to remind me of old times, but I like most extra-specially much being just Mrs. Jim.”