"Well, considering what he told me—"
"What did he say? Don't be mysterious."
"He said—that you were about to be married."
"Married! Good gracious! To whom?"
"To him!"
"To Mig Prig?"
Her scornful laugh was wholly convincing, and Jack could not help joining heartily in her merriment when he heard once again his boyish nickname for their common tyrant.
"That's all right, then," he said.
"But surely you didn't believe it?" added Juanita, with a touch of indignation.
"Well, time works strange changes, you know."