"You, Toney!—— Are you—no—what is it?" He looked so grave that Toney laughed.
"Don't be frightened! it's bad, but might be worse! I let the cat out of the bag and told Maud you were going away! Of course you ought to tell her first."
"She'll know soon enough——"
"Oh—but wouldn't it be nicer if you told her?"
"Told Maud? I suppose I ought to tell Aunt Honoria first. She'll be rather cut up, and—Toney, is it true that Jeanie is really going to marry Frank Weston at once?"
"Yes, that's the other thing. I've undertaken it—in a week!"
"You are not an undertaker, Toney."
They both laughed like old times.
"You see Mrs. Hamilton will say this and that and the other. I expect she isn't overpleased. Aunt Dove would be the same, so I've promised to see it through—in a week, clo' and all! I'm just delighted—you see it would never do to fail after one's hard work."
"Will they be happy?"