Roger smiled, and, looking at her happy face, said, earnestly, “Margaretta, every day of my life I thank God for the good fortune that made you my partner for life.”
While Roger was talking to his wife, Berty was having a somewhat excited interview with the Mayor.
“Just grabbed ten minutes from lunch-hour,” he said, “to run up and thank you for your invitation for to-night—now what shall I wear? Dress suit?”
Berty looked him over. No young girl going to her first ball ever waited a reply with more anxiety than he did.
“Let me see,” she said, thoughtfully. “We shall be sitting out-of-doors. I think I would not wear evening dress. Have you got a nice dark suit?”
“Yes, just got one from the tailor.”
“Good—put that on.”
“And what kind of a tie?” he asked, feverishly.
“Oh, I don’t know—white, I think. That is cool and nice for summer.”