"And now that I've told you what a miserable fraud I am, you won't stop loving me?" he questioned.
Helen nestled closer and shook her head. There was no need for words.
Jack Chapin came out upon the porch with the chaperon. "Well,
Fresno caught his train," he told them.
"And we had such a glorious drive coming back! The night is splendid!"
"Yes, so nice and moonlight!" Wally agreed pleasantly, whereat
Jack Chapin laughed.
"It's as black as pitch."
"Why, so it is!" Then as a fresh song burst forth from the very heart of the machine, he murmured affectionately: "By Jove! there goes The Baggage Coach Ahead once more! That makes ten times."
"It's a beautiful thing, isn't it?" Miss Blake sighed dreamily.
"I—I believe I'm learning to like it myself," her lover agreed.
"Poor Frez!"
The bridesmaids wore white organdie and carried violets.