``Marie, dear--he--he did!''

Marie laughed. She did not say anything,
but the rose-flush deepened as she occupied herself
very busily in getting her trunk-check from
the little hand bag she carried.

Cyril was not mentioned again until the two
girls, veils tied and coats buttoned, were snugly
ensconced in the tonneau, and Peggy's nose was
turned toward home. Then Billy asked:

``Have you settled on where you're going to
live?''

``Not quite. We're going to talk of that
to-night; but we _do_ know that we aren't going
to live at the Strata.''

``Marie!''

Marie stirred uneasily at the obvious
disappointment and reproach in her friend's voice.

``But, dear, it wouldn't be wise, I'm sure,''
she argued hastily. ``There will be you and
Bertram--''

``We sha'n't be there for a year, nearly,'' cut
in Billy, with swift promptness. ``Besides, I