"We can have the wedding here, can't we, Jimmie?" she asked, somewhat wistfully.
Jimmie wondered if she had heard him. Perhaps—and then again, perhaps not.
"I don't see where we come in on it," he remarked. "It's a church affair, you know."
"Oh!" said Jennie. "But there'll be a reception, of course, and if she'll let us have it here, I'll have every one of us girls she has helped so much in the past."
Jimmie stared. "Consistency—" he muttered.
"What's that you said, Jimmie? Are you ill?" inquired Jennie, anxiously.
"No!" replied Jimmie, "it's you women! I can't understand you at all!"
"You're not supposed to, Jimmie, dear," answered Jennie sweetly.