"Also the Fairview Club, to which Dr. Race belongs, wants them to be married at the Club-house. O, it's great to be popular!"
"Why don't they simplify matters by having a church wedding?" asked Miss Kellogg, much interested.
"Ha—ha—ha!" laughed her three companions. "That's where the joke comes. They belong to different churches, and are both intimate friends of their pastors' families."
"Well, that does complicate matters, doesn't it?" said the newcomer musingly. "She is surely in a dilemma, isn't she?"
"Don't you agree with me that she would better patronize a justice of the peace?" asked Miss Swift.
"I don't," replied a decided voice just behind them, and the quartette jumped nervously at the unexpected sound, for not one of them was aware of the hidden listener.
"You don't what?" they gasped, as the curly brown head came into view from the deep recess.
"I don't think she ought to patternize the justice of the p'lice," replied Peace, limping over to the long table where they were all at work, "I'd just be married here at the hospital and fool 'em all."
"At the hospital!" echoed Miss Keith.