"The only way you could get me," agreed Eunice, saucily.

"Oh, I don't know!" and Embury smiled. "You weren't so
desperately opposed."

"No; but she was undecided," said Aunt Abby; "why, for weeks
before your engagement was announced, Eunice couldn't make up her
mind for certain. There was Mason Elliott and Al Hendricks, both
as determined as you were."

"I know it, Aunt. Good Lord, I guess I knew those boys all my
life, and I knew all their love affairs as well as they knew all
mine."

"You had others, then?" and Eunice opened her brown eyes in mock
amazement.

"Rather! How could I know you were the dearest girl in the world
if I had no one to compare you with?"

"Well, then I had a right to have other beaux."

"Of course you did! I never objected. But now, you're my wife,
and though all the men in Christendom may admire you, you are not
to give one of them a glance that belongs to me."

"No, sir; I won't," and Eunice's long lashes dropped on her
cheeks as she assumed an absurdly overdone meekness.

"I was surprised, though," pursued Aunt Abby, still reminiscent,