“Yes?”
“I thought I’d like to give them Outside Inn for a wedding present. Besides, I don’t see what else there is to do with it. It’s making several hundred a month, now, and promises to make more.”
“Good idea,” Dick said.
“You don’t seem exceedingly interested.”
“Oh, I am,” Dick said, “I’m more interested in our wedding than Betty’s wedding present, but that doesn’t imply a lack of merit in your idea. You’ll want to be married at the Inn, I take it?”
“You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
“Sure I’d let you. When a man marries a modern girl with all the trappings and the suits of modernity, he ought to be prepared to take the consequences cheerfully.”
“Then I’m going to surprise you. I don’t want anything modern at all about my wedding. I want it in church with a huge bridal bouquet 308 and Lohengrin and white satin; Caroline for my matron of honor and Betty for my bridesmaid, and Sheila for flower girl. I want a wedding breakfast at the Ritz and rice and old shoes—just all the old traditional things.”
“Gee whiz,” Dick ejaculated, “is this straight, or are you only making it up to sound good to me? You can have it anyway you like it, you know.”
“That’s the way I like it,” Nancy said. “It’s good to be a modern girl, but I really prefer to be an old-fashioned wife—with reservations,” she added hastily.