"Great!" said Reginald; then added, "I suppose she'll have to bring every one of her dolls."
"Why not?"
"Oh, well, don't you see, so many dolls would take so much room? Then Elizabeth says I've got to be her husband."
"Why not?" said his mother, laughing.
"Because—because I just want to be your husband." He cuddled closer. Isabel wept miserably in his curls.
"Don't, oh, don't!" she pleaded. She smothered the boy with kisses until he cried out for release. Then she sat up in bed with the child in her arms. "Reginald, darling, you must listen. Mother is going to be married to Philip dear, to-day, at the church." She hurried on before the astonished boy could speak. "After mother is married to Philip dear, Reggie will have a kind father to love him, to take care of him always."
"Will he be 'Father Barry' again?" the boy inquired eagerly.
"No, no," she hastened to explain, "just father—Reggie's dear father."
"I think it will be nice," the boy acknowledged. He was still for a long time, with his cheek against his mother's. Isabel had not intended taking the child to church, but suddenly she changed her mind.
"Would Reggie like to come? Like to see mother married to Philip dear?" The questions fell gently, but the boy sprang up, shouting.