about enough nonsense, and Eddie, having taken his foot off Edna's chair, wandered about uneasily.
"Come on, Dot," he said. "Never mind coffee. We'll get it somewhere outside."
"Her master's voice," remarked Edna.
"Edna has coffee waiting for me," said Dot, unhappily.
"Oh, don't bother about that," Edna hastily answered. "Run along, I'll be glad to see you on your way."
"Aren't you coming with us?" Dot paused in the act of planting her cloche firmly on her head and stared at Edna.
"With you? I should say not. What, me go all the way to City Hall with what I got to do today?"
"Please, Edna, to see me married."
"No. Just bring back the certificate and I'll believe it."
Dot's eyes wandered to Eddie. He was sitting on the window sill, tapping the floor with his foot. She telegraphed him a message of distress to which he responded feebly.
"Sure, come on with us, Edna."
Edna shook her head. "No, you'll manage fine without me."
Eddie bore her refusal heroically. He shrugged his shoulders, and his eyes remarked that you couldn't force a person into accompanying you to your wedding. Dot picked up her suitcase, and Eddie took it from her.
At the door she flung her arms around Edna's neck and kissed her. "By, Edna, darling, thanks a lot for everything and I'll be up to see you tomorrow night."
"Good-by, dear. Good-by, Eddie."
"'By," said Eddie.
Floyd's impromptu nine thousand, four hundred and eighty-two followed them out to the street.
Married, married.
