“And where am I to get the widding garment proper for the occasion? Sure, there’s no time to be cutted and fitted and made dacint to appear in sich grand company, though I thank the lady all the same,” said Andrew Quin.
“Why, Dandy! Don’t you know that you are in New York, where you can be fitted out for a wedding or a funeral or an Arctic expedition in five minutes—more or less?” laughed Ran.
“Yes; it’s more or less, I’ll allow. But I do reckon I can get a ready-made suit of clothes raisonable enough here.”
“Certainly you can! But you must let me see to that, Dandy. I will be down here again to-morrow. And, lest I should forget to tell you, I must do so now. On Saturday morning you must let Mike bring you to the church. He knows where it is.”
“All right, Misther Hay,” said Dandy.
“And, Longman, you have not promised, but you will come, I am sure. My friends uptown wish to make the acquaintance of the Nimrod who saved my life.”
“Oh, Mr. Hay!” laughed the giant deprecatingly. “But I shall be proud to come to your wedding,” he added.
Then Ran bade them good-night and went home.
The next day—Friday—was the last before the wedding and the sailing. There were yet a few articles to be purchased, and so Mrs. Walling got ready to go on her usual morning shopping round. She asked Judy to put on her hat to go with her.
She did not intend to call for Palma on this occasion; a feeling of delicacy withheld her from going into the way of her thanks.