a little cry, was gone.



CHAPTER X

A JOB FOR PETE--AND FOR BERTRAM


The early days in December were busy ones,
certainly, in the little house on Corey Hill. Marie
was to be married the twelfth. It was to be a home
wedding, and a very simple one--according to
Billy, and according to what Marie had said it
was to be. Billy still serenely spoke of it as a
``simple affair,'' but Marie was beginning to be
fearful. As the days passed, bringing with them
more and more frequent evidences either tangible
or intangible of orders to stationers, caterers,
and florists, her fears found voice in a protest.

``But Billy, it was to be a _simple_ wedding,''
she cried.

``And so it is.''

``But what is this I hear about a breakfast?''

Billy's chin assumed its most stubborn squareness.