“I see marriage hasn’t changed you,” Laurie retorted.
“It’s too early in the game to pass an opinion. A wise man would never do it,” Danny made reproving reply.
Thereupon both young men burst into laughter and wrung each other’s hands all over again.
“Believe me, I’m glad to have a grip on that good old hand,” Danny said seriously as he gave Laurie’s hand a final shake.
“Same here,” Laurie made warm response.
Further friendly exchange of pertinent pleasantries between them was cut short by the congratulatory demands upon Danny’s attention. Laurie and Connie also came in for a rush of cordial greeting from numerous old friends present at the wedding.
As a pretty courtesy to the guests, Reba and Nella, the little flower girls now circulated among them, giving them the roses from their baskets. There was to be a wedding supper in a huge tent that had been put up on the lawn, and also dancing in the ball room. Jerry and Danny would not leave on their wedding trip until after midnight in time to board a one-o’clock train that was to take them to the Adirondacks, where they had elected to spend their honeymoon in Hal’s camp.
“I’m going to have my wedding party just like the parties Hal and I used to give,” Jerry had said. “The minute the ceremony’s over—good-bye formality. Danny and I have arranged to go away on a late train, purposely, so that we can stay a while with the crowd and have a dandy good time.”
The first animated rush of congratulation having spent itself, Jerry and Danny separated briefly. Danny’s three Sanford pals had claimed him for their own for a few merry minutes of conversation. Jerry had a mission of her own to perform in which her bridesmaids were buoyantly interested. Each was hopeful that she might be the one to catch the bridal bouquet which Jerry was presently to throw among them.
Jerry-like she was now laughingly refusing to tell her watchful attendants just when, and from what point, she intended to cast the flowery token among them.