"Arm—in—arm!" mused young Kennilworth.
"Eh! You think you're smart, don't you!" grinned Rollins.
"Yes, quite so," acknowledged Kennilworth. "But if you really want to see smartness on its native heath just pipe your eye to-morrow when I dawn on the horizon as an engaged man!"
"You?" called the May Girl. Staring back through the mahogany banisters her face looked fairly striped with astonishment.
"You certainly announced your desire," said Kennilworth, "to go right through the whole list. Didn't you?"
"Oh, but I didn't mean—everybody," parried the May Girl. Her mouth and her eyes and her hair were all laughing together now. "Oh, Goodness me—not everybody!" she gesticulated, with a fine air of disdain.
"Not the married men," explained the Bride.
"No, I'm sure she discriminated against the married men," chuckled the Bridegroom.
"Well—she sha'n't discriminate against me!" snapped young Kennilworth. Absurd as it was he looked angry. Young Kennilworth, one might infer, was not accustomed to having women discriminate against him. "You made the plan and you'll jolly-well keep to it!" affirmed young Kennilworth.
"Oh, all right," laughed the May Girl. "If you really insist! But for a boy who's as truly unselfish as you are about nursery-governessing other people's Pom dogs, and saving your last taste of anything for your old Old Daddy—you've certainly got the worst manners!