"But—" I was about to protest, but even Cupid had not taken the fire from those masterful eyes, and I collapsed.
"And your bridesmaids, Pearl?" said Mrs. Radigan, turning to my fiancée.
"I would like to have my old school-friend, Mignonette Klapper," said Pearl, groping nervously for her cigarette-case.
"Nonsense," said Mrs. Radigan. "Clarissa Mudison will be maid of honor, and the other bridesmaids will be Ethel Bumpschus, Marian Speechless, Pinkey Mint, and Marguerite Lamb. You see I have been expecting this and have made my plans."
"When is the wedding to be?" I asked feebly.
"In Lent," said Mrs. Radigan, untouched by the covert sarcasm. "Some time after we move into the new house. I want to have the wedding-breakfast there. The wedding will be in St. Edward's, and will be performed by the rector. Of course I'll have some of our Long Island clergy with the Bishop to do some blessing."
"Is there nothing that I can do?" said I.
"You can look after the police arrangements," said Mrs. Radigan. "It will take about sixty men at the church and as many at the house. Be sure and have some of the new mounted squad if possible."
"But Sally—" Pearl began to protest.