“Kimball is late this morning,” said Miss Webb, naturally, though unnecessarily.
“Small wonder,” returned her mother. “I happen to know that he was up till all hours at his dinner party.”
“What a foolish idea, having a bachelor dinner the night before one is married. I should think he’d prefer a good night’s rest to fit him for the responsibilities of the ceremony.”
“Few responsibilities devolve on Kimball’s shoulders. The best man looks after everything, I’m told.”
“And Fenn Whiting can do that. He is the most capable man I ever saw, when it comes to social matters of any sort. But I’m a little surprised at his consenting to be best man. You know he worships Elsie.”
“I know. He tried to cut Kim out.”
“And I wish he had! I shall never be reconciled to Kim’s marrying that girl—”
“Rather late now to raise objections, Henrietta.”
“As if I hadn’t been raising them right along from the day I first heard the outrageous news!”
“Yes, and what good did it do?”