The proprietor of the Life-Saving Station indicated that building with his thumb, and told his daughter of the white muslin dress to kindle a fire in the stove. She slid her future wedding finery into a large paper bag, and entered the saloon by the "Family Entrance," ardently followed by her future husband.
The proprietor, Saterlee, and the showy lady followed more slowly, discussing roads.
"Now," said Saterlee, "if you're going further than Carcasonne Junction, I'll get off there. And either I'll walk to the hotel or hire another trap."
"Why!" exclaimed the lady, "are you bound for Carcasonne House? So am
I."
"In that case," said Saterlee elegantly, "we'll go the whole hog together."
"Quite so," said the lady primly.
"You'd ought to make Carcasonne House by midnight," said the proprietor.
"Put your feet up on that there stove."
"Heavens!" exclaimed the lady. "And if we don't make it by midnight?"
"We will by one or two o'clock."
The lady became very grave.