Joe was not long in putting his mother’s prediction to the test.
“Do you remember what Jim said when we said good-by to McRae after the World Tour was over?” he asked, with a twinkle in his eye.
The flush in Mabel’s cheeks deepened.
“Jim talks so much nonsense,” she countered.
“Think a minute.” Joe was jogging her memory. “Wasn’t it something about bells?”
“How should I remember?” asked Mabel, though she did remember perfectly.
“Well, I remember,” said Joe. “He said I’d soon be hearing wedding bells. Now do you remember?”
“Y-yes,” admitted Mabel at last, hiding her face on Joe’s shoulder, which was very close to her.
“I want to hear those wedding bells, very soon, dearest,” said Joe tenderly. “Next week—this week—to-morrow——”