At all events she was trying to make them for some one of you boys; probably it was really for Bertram, though." "Humph!" grunted Cyril.

Then, after a minute, he observed: "I judge Kate thinks Billy'll never make them--for anybody.

I'm afraid Sister Kate isn't pleased." "Oh, but Mrs.Hartwell was--was disappointed in the wedding," apologized Marie, quickly.

"You know she wanted it put off anyway, and she didn't like such a simple one.
"Hm-m; as usual Sister Kate forgot it wasn't her funeral--I mean, her wedding," retorted Cyril, dryly.

"Kate is never happy, you know, unless she's managing things." "Yes, I know," nodded Marie, with a frowning smile of recollection at certain features of her own wedding.
"She doesn't approve of Billy's taste in guests, either," remarked Cyril, after a moment's silence.
"I thought her guests were lovely," spoke up Marie, in quick defense.
"Of course, most of her social friends are away--in July; but Billy is never a society girl, you know, in spite of the way Society is always trying to lionize her and Bertram." "Oh, of course Kate knows that; but she says it seems as if Billy needn't have gone out and gathered in the lame and the halt and the blind." "Nonsense!" cried Marie, with unusual sharpness for her.