"You won't get any sleep tomorrow night; so you'd better come along now."
Dot's quick blush rushed into action, and Edna laughed. She paid Mr. Beck his forty cents, remarking as she did so, "Miss Haley is getting married tomorrow."
"Fine. Good wishes," said the baker amiably. "Did you get a good man?"
"The best in the world," said Dot.
Mr. Beck's fat stomach shook delightedly, and his blond mustache quivered in sympathy.
"That's what they think, eh, Mrs. Driggs? A year from now she'll be saying— Ah, well."
A sudden sigh caused the happy stomach to rise and then fall dejectedly into still dignity. "Young love is beautiful, but like the flowers and sunshine, it passes quick."
"You old crêpe-hanger," said Dot.
"Ach, your love will be different. It will last for ever." The twinkle in his eye was of the variety which fears it will be overlooked.
In silence, Dot and Edna continued their walk. Dot still felt thrilled. She looked up at the skies. It seemed the thing to do with all this exultation. The sky was not a promising sight, but nothing could have quenched her buoyant spirits so long as she knew that shortly she would be Eddie's wife.
Edna's house. She had a hall, too. A long hall through which one had to tiptoe because the baby was asleep in the back room. Edna called him the baby, but of course he wasn't, although one did have to tiptoe. At the end of the hall there was an abrupt turn; once around the turn, everything was all right. Visitors could make all the noise they wanted to. They could play the Victrola or scream conversation at some one who might be right in front oi
