“And didn't Cyril behave beautifully? 'Most every time I looked at him he was talking to some woman.”
“Oh, no, he wasn't—begging your pardon, my dear,” objected Bertram. “I watched him, too, even more closely than you did, and it was always the woman who was talking to Cyril!”
Billy laughed.
“Well, anyhow,” she maintained, “he listened. He didn't run away.”
“As if a bridegroom could!” cried Kate.
“I'm going to,” avowed Bertram, his nose in the air.
“Pooh!” scoffed Kate. Then she added eagerly: “You must be married in church, Billy, and in the evening.”
Bertram's nose came suddenly out of the air. His eyes met Kate's squarely.
“Billy hasn't decided yet how she does want to be married,” he said with unnecessary emphasis.
Billy laughed and interposed a quick change of subject.