He don't want to let it stand that way; but I insists. As I climbs out on the Yacht Club float, where he'd picked me up, he puts out his hand friendly.
"And, say," says I, "how about Miss Vee?"
"Why," says he, "I'm very sorry she couldn't stay longer."
"Me too," says I. "Some girl, eh?"
Payne nods hearty, and we swaps a final grip.
Well, it was great! My one miscue was not wearin' a wig.
CHAPTER XIV
CUTTING IN ON THE BLISS
We thought it was all over too. That's the way it is in plays and books, where they don't gen'rally take 'em beyond the final clinch, leavin' you to fill in the bliss ad lib. But here we'd seen 'em clear through the let-no-man-put-asunder stage, even watched 'em dodge the rice and confetti in their dash to the limousine.