"Under what circumstances?" she inquired.
The young man exclaimed joyously.
"Why, we were married this morning."
Aggie accepted the news with fitting excitement.
"Goodness gracious! How perfectly lovely!"
The bridegroom regarded her with a face that was luminous of
delight.
"You bet, it's lovely!" he declared with entire conviction. He
turned to Mary, his face glowing with satisfaction.
"Mary," he said, "I have the honeymoon trip all fixed. The
Mauretania sails at five in the morning, so we will----"
A cold voice struck suddenly through this rhapsodizing. It was
that of the bride.
"Where is your father?" she asked, without any trace of emotion.
The bridegroom stopped short, and a deep blush spread itself over
his boyish face. His tone was filled full to overflowing with
compunction as he answered.
"Oh, Lord! I had forgotten all about Dad." He beamed on Mary
with a smile half-ashamed, half-happy. "I'm awfully sorry," he
said earnestly. "I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll send Dad a
wireless from the ship, then write him from Paris.
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