“Oh, you dear, Dorothy,” said the visitor, “tell me all about it, do! I was dying to come earlier, but I wanted to see what Frances would do when she heard that Jack was coming here, so I had to stay all through the meeting. Evelyn says that no girl ever had brighter prospects in marrying than you, and—”
“Oh! then, they all know I am to be married, do they? Did Jack tell? I thought he would hold his peace, because—”
“Well, not exactly; but he told me that he was on his way here to ask you to forgive him for everything he ever did! And he said he just wouldn’t come away until you set your wedding-day, and so—”
“Oh! he told you that, did he? Well, it is set, and—”
“Dear old Jack, he must be the happiest fellow in the world, for he—”
“M—I can’t say that he looked it when he went away; however, some people have such a way of concealing their emotions. I never had myself; I am as open as the day—anybody could know just what I intended to do all the time.”
“Of course; I told Jack how it would be from the start. But I don’t see why he looked so melancholy when he came away. Didn’t you set the wedding day early enough to please him?”
“He said he didn’t want to know the day, and—”
“Didn’t want to know the day of his own wedding! Why, the poor boy must be crazy; he—”
“The date of his own wedding! Emily Marshmallow, are you out of your mind? I said the date of my wedding, and—”