"Pardon me for laughing, Budd, but I can't help it. What do you want of a wedding ring? Is it for that 'first wife' of yours you toasted yesterday at dinner?"
Budd nodded again. "I don't see anything to laugh at," he said, with a reproachful glance. "You would n't if you was me."
"No, I don't think I should; you 're right there, Budd," he replied, sobering suddenly after his outburst of laughter. "When is the wedding to be?"
Budd looked thoughtful. "I have n't proposed yet," was his matter-of-fact answer.
"Well, why don't you?" Jack, sinner that he was, scented some fun at Budd's expense.
"I 'm going to when I know how," said Budd, humbly.
"Why don't you take lessons?" suggested Jack.
"I have."
"Of whom?"
"Chi."