"So glad to see you," she exclaimed; "may I stop you a minute?"
"Of course, Toney, as many minutes as you like." His voice was kind and soft, and Toney felt comforted. Anyhow, Mr. Hales could not go hunting lions.
"It's all right about Thursday, isn't it? Special licence is all right. Mr. Weston's seen to it. Vastly convenient if one is in a hurry."
"You like things done quickly!" said Mr. Hales smiling.
"They want no fuss and no one in church, but I begged for my poor friends. They love a wedding, I'll send my motor to bring the pair at nine o'clock. You'll fix it up sharp, and they will go back to a real breakfast and off by twelve. I've ordered flowers and music."
"You think of everything, as usual," said the Vicar musingly. "Toney, have you ever thought of your own future?"
"Of course! The Stone House will take all my time and mind!"
"But have you ever thought of—wider work for the Church, or of helping another with your love and energy?"
Toney opened her eyes. Mr. Hales looked so odd.
"It's no use thinking, Mr. Hales; I've been walking like mad to stop my thinking to-day."