"I'm so happy, I don't mind your not telling us. Indeed, I think it's pleasanter to find we were wrong."
A moment Buttons looked at the happy couple, then seized Grace by the arm and started away, laughing:
"Come on, girlie, this is no place for us. Besides, you ought to be nice to me. I was Fred's second."
Her anger being only simulated, Grace readily allowed herself to be led away and as they went, Fred called:
"Come on back here! If you don't mind the invitation being a little late, I want you both to come home to supper with me."
"Very kind of you, I'm sure," grinned Buttons, "but your mother invited us this afternoon."
"But—why——"
"Your mother sent an invitation by me, when she learned about your fight," exclaimed Grace.
"Then she knows?" gasped Fred.
"Evidently," grinned Buttons.