"Don't you think we'd better run back to Miss Martin's and get it?"

For answer, his sweetheart leaned across Missy and kissed him.

A fifteen minutes' delay, and again the Ford was headed towards
Somerville and the County Courthouse; but now an additional
passenger, a big brown box, was hugged between Missy's knees. In the
County Courthouse she did not forget to guard this box tenderly all
the time Young Doc and Miss Princess were scurrying around musty
offices, interviewing important, shirt-sleeved men, and signing
papers--not even when she herself was permitted to sign her name to
an imposing document, "just for luck," as Doc laughingly said.

Then he bent his head to hear what Miss Princess wanted to whisper
to him, and they both laughed some more; and then he said something
to the shirtsleeved men, and they laughed; and then--O, it is a
wonderful world!--Miss Princess took her into a dusty, paper-
littered inner office, lifted the Pink Dress out of the box, dressed
Missy up in it, fluffed out the "wave" in her front hair, and
exclaimed that she was the loveliest little flower-girl in the whole
world.

"Even without the flower-hat and the pink stockings?"

"Even without the flower-hat and the pink stockings," said Miss
Princess with such assurance that Missy cast off doubt forever.

After the Wedding--and never in Romance was such a gay, laughing
Wedding--when again they were all packed in the Ford, Missy gave a
contented sigh.