"Your husband appreciates your sense of humor," chanted Sue, returning to her telephoning.
"If there's one thing I like to see in a man," returned Mrs. Balcome, "it's a sense of decency."
"Your wife admires your sense of decency," continued the transmitter.
"She talks about decency"—Balcome spoke confidentially—"and she brings a pup to rehearsal."
"She brings a darling doggie to rehearsal," translated Sue.
By now, Mrs. Balcome was serenity itself. "A pup at rehearsal," she observed, "is more acceptable than one man I could name."
"Aw," began Balcome, reaching, as it were, for a suitable retort.
Sue put up imploring hands. Hattie had just entered, having changed from her wedding-dress. "Now, wait! This line is busy," she declared. And to Hattie, "Oh, my dear, why didn't you arrange for two ceremonies!"
"Do you mean bigamy?" inquired the girl, dryly, aware of the atmosphere of trouble.
"I mean one ceremony for father, and one for mother," answered Sue.