``Oh, no, he wasn't--begging your pardon,
my dear,'' objected Bertram. ``I watched him,
too, even more closely than you did, and it was
always the _woman_ who was talking to _Cyril!_''

Billy laughed.

``Well, anyhow,'' she maintained, ``he listened.
He didn't run away.''

``As if a bridegroom could!'' cried Kate.

``I'm going to,'' avowed Bertram, his nose in
the air.

``Pooh!'' scoffed Kate. Then she added
eagerly: ``You must be married in church, Billy,
and in the evening.''

Bertram's nose came suddenly out of the air.
His eyes met Kate's squarely.

``Billy hasn't decided yet how _she_ does want
to be married,'' he said with unnecessary emphasis.

Billy laughed and interposed a quick change of
subject.

``I think people had a pretty good time, too,
for a wedding, don't you?'' she asked. ``I was