furs which she had bought for herself, and thought for a while.

"Show me the flat, there's a dear."

Julia professed raptures over all she saw; kissed Marie, and was gone.
Once more the bride, but alone this time, turned earnestly to work.

The work seemed long and arduous and hot and nerve-racking, in spite
of the amenities of the gas stove. She was so anxious to have all
perfect. Once more the table was decked, the rose shades were placed
over the candles, the sitting-room fire was lighted, the coffee
apparatus was made ready.

Marie rushed into The Frock, determined to keep up the standard they
had set themselves, just two minutes before Osborn arrived home.

He kneeled to kiss her; they embraced rapturously.

"You've had a nice day?" he was anxious to know.

"Lovely. Mother came, and Julia, and I unpacked, and went to market,
and did everything by myself--"

"I'm glad you had plenty to amuse you, dear one."

"'Amuse'?" said Marie a trifle blankly. "I've been working ever so
hard all day, really, Osborn."

"Work?" he teased, smiling. "You 'working'!" He kissed one little hand
after the other. "They couldn't," he mumbled over them. He seemed to