"I didn't!"
"And why didn't you?" smiled the young wife.
"I noticed you gave separate orders at the table and did not have to pretend to like the same things. I believe a bride and groom are afraid to differ on even such a thing as food."
"Oh, Edwin, do you hear that? Do you remember the unmerciful teasing Kent gave you at Fontainbleu because you pretended to like the mustard we got on our roast beef in the little English restaurant, just because I like English mustard?"
"Yes, I remember it very well, and I also remember lots of other things at Fontainbleu besides the mustard."
Mrs. Green blushed such a lovely pink at her husband's words that we longed to hear what he did remember.
"Kent is my brother—Kent Brown."
"Oh! Oh!" tweedled the twins. "Are you Molly Brown of Kentucky?"
"Yes, I was Molly Brown of Kentucky."
"And did you go to Wellington?" I asked.