"It—it isn't the transmission at all," she said. "I am going to get married next month!"
"I thought they insisted that Harry had to save a thousand dollars first."
"He's got it! He's got it!" she cried delightedly.
I was nearly as happy as she was, for it had looked terribly hopeless up till then, what with all the money they had put into the syndicate and the way the bubble was gobbling us up.
"Oh, Nelly, I am so glad," I said. "I'll put in that forced water circulation at once, and I'll make your and Harry's share of it a wedding present!"
"Oh, I'm out of the syndicate," she said. "I guess we'd prefer something for the flat."
"Out of the syndicate?" I cried.
"Yes," she returned brazenly. "Sold out!"
It took me a moment to pull myself together. I felt premonitions running all over me. I didn't feel so enthusiastic about their marriage as I had at first thought I was.
"Oh, Virgie, darling, you won't hate me?" she asked.