"The advertisement says you do," cooed Joan.
"Now look, Joan—"
She laughed and laid a cool hand on his cheek affectionately. "I know you don't. But I did want to point out that your—grandson—is wasting no time."
Another voice interrupted. "Naturally not," interjected Hedgerly. "After all, I'm here to see that things do go according to history."
"History be damned," snapped Peter. "I—"
"Really have very little to say about it," smiled Hedgerly. "You'll do exactly as ... as you did!"
"Then," blazed Peter, "why not let nature take its course? If I'm to meet and commit matrimony with this Baker dame, I'll do it!"
For the first time, Hedgerly looked less than the complete master of everything he surveyed. "It is also historic fact," he said in a sepulchral tone, "that I add my efforts to make history satisfy itself. You see," he said, brightening, "how it all comes out!" He dug into an inside pocket and came up with a wallet. From it he extracted a newspaper clipping yellow and brittle with age. "Here is the original. I just copied it for the advertisement."
