"Same as it was yesterday," said Charlie. "I don't want any soup, Maggie. Yes, I know it's bean soup, but I don't want it, just the same."
"Going on a hunger strike, Charlie?" inquired Doc Simpson.
"Sh! He's reducing," scolded Flora Grady.
"What's on your mind, Charlie?" asked Courtney.
Charlie swallowed hard. He made a determined effort and succeeded in recovering some of his old-time sprightliness.
"Nothing, now that I've got my hat off."
"Have you heard the latest news, Charlie?" inquired Mrs. Pollock, a thrill of excitement in her voice.
He started, and looked up quickly. "There's been so blamed much news lately," he muttered, "I can't keep track of it."
"Well, this is the greatest piece of news we've had in ages," said the poetess. "Wedding bells are to ring in our midst. Somebody you know very well is going to be married."
Mr. Webster's heart went to his boots. He stared open-mouthed at the speaker.