"Perhaps; and anyway"—she put a little packet into my hand—"here's my present to you, even though you did forget yesterday."
"You are a dear, Margaret. And now I'll tell you something. It was—"
Just then James came in and announced dinner. James is all our staff; but her other name is Keziah, so we had no choice.
As we sat down I took a small box out of my pocket.
"Give this to your mistress, please," I said to James.
"O-o-o. How ripping of you, Gerald! So you did remember, after all."
"As soon as I got to the station this morning," I said, "I remembered that our wedding-day was to-day."
Margaret lifted her eyebrows at me. "To-day?"
"Yes. You are a little behind—or in front of—the times, I'm afraid. The twenty-fifth was a Tuesday last year, but it's trying Wednesday for a change now. Many Happy Returns of the Day, dear."
We both laughed.