“Yes, I suppose so, Sarah; and his opinion of you seems to be equally good.”
“I hope so,” Sarah said; “one always wishes to be liked by people as one likes them.”
“Stuff, Sarah! My opinion is,” Katie said, positively, “that we shall have another wedding here one of these days.”
“Perhaps so, Katie,” Sarah answered composedly; “but I do not think we should name the same person if we were to guess.”
“Well, Sarah, I will bet you half-a-dozen pairs of kid gloves upon it.”
“Very well, Katie, I bet. Now who do you name?”
“Frank Maynard and you, of course.
“That's your idea, Katie, is it?” Sarah said, provokingly cool.
“Yes, it is, Sarah,” Katie said, sturdily. “Now, Sarah, you don't think you can deceive me. Never mind, dear, though he does make me mad with him, he's a very good fellow, and you have my full consent and approval.”
“Thank you, dear—wait till you're asked.”