"Missy," he hailed, "run in and ask your mother if you can go for a
ride. Needn't mention Miss Princess is going along."

O, it is a wonderful world! Swiftly back at the trysting place with
the necessary permission, tucked into the Ford between the two happy
lovers, "away they did race until soon lost to view."

And exactly the same happy purpose as that in the Poem! For, half-
way down the stretch of Boulevard, Miss Princess squeezed her hand
and said:

"We're going over to Somerville, darling, to be married, and you're
to be one of the witnesses."

Missy's heart surged with delight--O, it was a wonderful world! Then
a dart of remembrance came, and a big tear spilled out and ran down
her cheek. Miss Princess, in the midst of a laugh, looked down and
spied it.

"Why, darling, what is it?" she cried anxiously.

"My Pink Dress--I just happened to think of it. But it doesn't
really make any difference." However Missy's eyes were wet and
shining with an emotion she couldn't quite control.

With eyes which were shining with many emotions, the man and girl,
over her head, regarded each other. It was the man who spoke first,
slowing down the car as he did so.