"That's right, captain," laughed Betty, as he silently took the book and wrote his name, "it wouldn't be at all polite to seem to think yourself younger than any lady present."
"Of course not, Miss Betty; will you take your turn next?"
"Of course not, sir; do you mean to insinuate that I am older than Aunt
Rose?" she asked, passing the book on to Mrs. Dinsmore.
"Don't be too particular about going according to ages," said Mrs. Mack, "it takes up too much time."
"You may write my name for me, Ned," said Zoe, when he took the book.
"Yes, write your sister's name for her; it'll do just as well," said
Mrs. Mack.
"But I'm not his sister," said Zoe.
"What, then? is he your lover?"
"No," Edward said, laughing, "we're husband and wife."
"You've begun young," she remarked, taking the book and passing it on; "don't look as if you'd cut your wisdom teeth yet, either of you. When the ladies have all registered, some of you grown folks had better do it for the children."