The bride laughed not over-mirthfully. "Wait till you're older, Infant. Though I believe that's what they always say and I don't know why they should. Had a good time?"
"The most priceless time!"
"That's right. I wish I could always be at the top of the heap, as you are."
"Sometimes I'm at the bottom. I'll have a poisonous grouch after this."
"Will you? You're a queer kid. By the way, do you know that Mark Denby is quite nuts over you?"
Denby was best man, an attractive but not highly intelligent Baltimorean. Pat shrugged her shoulders affectedly to hide her satisfaction. "He's all right in his way."
"Be nice to him to-night, will you? You haven't shown him much."
"Low speed," remarked Pat.
"I wouldn't think Cary Scott was specially high speed, though he's a dear. You've been playing round with him quite a bit."