"We don't speak of it."
"When is it to be, dear?"
"October."
"You're happy about it?"
"Utterly."
Bobs squeezed her hand.
"You don't mind my speaking of it?"
"No. I hoped you would. Somehow it is hard for me to talk of it."
The week was gone, as if by magic. Jerry wired he would stay on a few days, which grew into a second week. Jerry's second wire announced that Mrs. Brendon and Miss Morton were motoring him home. Would Jane put them up for over Sunday?
"Don't you do it, Jane," urged Bobs.