ever, the sort of person to turn to Dot and announce triumphantly, "I told you so." What she said was to Eddie, and it was very low. Dot at the end of the hall thought it sounded like "You're a fine bozo."
"Eddie's here, Eddie's here," shrieked Floyd.
Eddie followed Edna into the apartment. He clutched Dot's hand as he passed her, and they walked into the living-room.
"I was up to your house," said Eddie. "The old man was there. When I told him I was gonna marry you today he looked kind of like he didn't believe it. He said you'd moved; so I come on here. Anything wrong? You been crying."
Eddie planted a foot on one of Edna's chairs and rested contentedly.
"Well, it looked funny," Dot explained. "Your landlady said you'd left there, and the radio man wouldn't tell me anything. Gee, I didn't know what to think."
Eddie laughed easily. "Gosh, women are fools." He looked at Edna as though expecting her to agree. "You didn't think I was going to take you to live in a room the size of a closet, did you? With a single bed and one chair." If the mention of the single bed was out of order, nobody noticed it, and Eddie continued. "My landlady didn't have a double room; so I moved across the street. She was mad, that's why she didn't tell you. I'd 'a' got here earlier only the boss had a couple of jobs he wanted me to look at and I thought it would be just as well if I didn't lose my job today."
Edna and Dot exchanged glances.
"Now, Dorothea, do you suppose you could stand the sight of some coffee?" asked Edna, witheringly.
Dot smiled from Edna to Eddie and back again. They met her smile indifferently. It wasn't a very encouraging bridal party. Edna looked as though she had had just
