“I wish I could, dear,” she sighed ingenuously.
“Honestly, it bothers me because I can't think of him as anything but 'Mary Jane.' It seems so silly!”
“It certainly does—when one remembers his beard.”
“Oh, he's shaved that off now. He looks rather better, too.”
Bertram turned a little sharply.
“Do you see the fellow—often?”
Billy laughed merrily.
“No. He's about as disgruntled as you are over the way the wedding monopolizes everything. He's been up once or twice to see Aunt Hannah and to get acquainted, as he expresses it, and once he brought up some music and we sang; but he declares the wedding hasn't given him half a show.”
“Indeed! Well, that's a pity, I'm sure,” rejoined Bertram, icily.
Billy turned in slight surprise.