"Well, how will we manage it?"
"Fifty-fifty," said he. "Half at yours and half at mine."
They drank their tea and put away the things. When they were ready to go, Bob said, "I like this man-place."
"We'll come here when you're tired of your girly-girly garden."
They went to the hotel and announced their marriage to the manager and the clerk. Trent looked at a suite adjoining Barbara's.
"It's all right. I'll send my things up to-morrow. Now you go and rest. What am I to call you?"
"Everybody calls me Bob."
"Then I'll say Barbara. Do you want to dine upstairs or in the restaurant?"
"Restaurant," quickly.
His swift glance brought explanation.