"Love is all very well," said Mrs. Belswin, who was a practical person; "but it won't keep the pot boiling. Now about his income."
"Eight hundred a year," declared Tommy, boldly. "We can live on that."
"No doubt; but is the eight hundred a year certain?"
"Well, three hundred is very certain, because it comes from his father; but the remaining five hundred--well, you know," said Miss Valpy, hopefully, "literature pays so well nowadays, and Toby's in the first flight."
"I don't think so much of his literature," observed Mrs. Valpy, stirring her tea. "He may or he may not make the income he says, but the three hundred a year is absolutely certain."
"I hope you'll be happy, dear," said Kaituna, gaily. "I, of course, will be bridesmaid."
Tommy looked at her friend significantly, and then laughed.
"We will be married together," she whispered confidentially.
"I'm afraid not. Mr. Maxwell has said nothing----"
"No? Then he has looked a good deal."