"She's nice to take a walk with," Miggy said; "but I like to walk around by myself too. Only to-night Peter came."
"Miggy," said I, "I want to congratulate you that Peter is in love with you."
She looked up with puzzled eyes.
"Why, that was nothing," she said; "he seemed to do it real easy."
"But it is not easy," I assured her, "to find many such fine young fellows as Peter seems to be. I hope you will be very happy together."
"I'm not engaged," said Miggy, earnestly; "I'm only invited."
"Ah, well," I said, "if I may be allowed—I hope you are not sending regrets."
Miggy laughed out suddenly.
"Married isn't like a party," she said; "I know that much about society. Party you either accept or regret. Married you do both."