"Yes! But where is he?" she laughed.
"That's what I say!" cried my Husband. "We've waited quite long enough for him!"
"Dallying up-stairs probably to put a dab of black court- plaster on his cheek!" observed George Keets drily.
With one accord everybody but the May Girl rushed impulsively to the breakfast table.
"Seems as though—somebody ought to wait," dimpled the May Girl.
"Oh, nonsense!" asserted everybody.
A little bit reluctantly she came at last to her place. Her face was faintly troubled.
"On—on an engagement morning," she persisted, "it certainly seems as though—somebody ought to wait."
In the hallway just outside a light step sounded suddenly. It was really astonishing with what an air of real excitement and expectancy everybody glanced up.
But the step in the hall proved only the step of a maid.