"Right you are," agreed Ray. "I suppose you'd prefer a lane in Ballamacree?"
"Yes, sir. Good luck to you, sir."
"Same to you," called back Ray.
He and Kate swung into the procession on the boulevard. Kate was smiling happily.
"You haven't changed a bit!" she cried. "You keep right on enjoying yourself, don't you?"
"Not a bit of it," retorted Ray indignantly. "I've been miserable! You know I have. The only satisfaction I got at all was in hoping I was making you miserable, too. Was I?"
"I wouldn't own to it if you had," said Kate. "Shall we forgive each other?"
"Do you want it to be as easy as that--after all we've been through? Wouldn't it be more satisfactory to quarrel?"
"You can if you want, of course," Kate laughed. "But hadn't it better be with some other person? Really, I wanted to see you dreadfully--or, at least, I wanted to see you pleasantly. I had made preparations. You didn't let me know when to expect you, and I had an engagement when you did come. Weren't you foolish to get in a rage?"
"But I was so frightfully disappointed. I expected so much and I had expected it so long."