"Oh!" Wallace turned away, his head sunk between his shoulders.
"What will Buffalo think of you!" cried Mrs. Balcome.
"Buffalo," answered Hattie, "will have a chance to chatter about me, and that will give you and dad a rest."
"Are you going to send back all those beautiful wedding presents?"
Balcome, relieved of his worry over Hattie, had been strolling about, pulling at a cigar. Now he greeted this last question with a roar of laughter. "Oh, Hattie, can you beat it! Oh, that's a good one!"
Mrs. Balcome fixed him with an angry eye. "Doesn't he show what he is?" she inquired. "To laugh at such a time!"
"Beautiful wedding presents!" went on Balcome. "Oh, ha! ha! ha!"
"No sentiment!" added his wife. "No feeling!"
Hattie appealed to Wallace. "Oh, haven't I had my share of quarreling?" she asked plaintively.
"But we wouldn't quarrel!"