She sang first in a Sunday concert, then they put her in the bill for a Saturday night.

She did splendidly--so well that they gave her a chance later at a subscription performance.

Oh, you'll be there--and soon, too!" "Thank you! I only wish the powers that could put me there had your flattering enthusiasm on the matter," he smiled.
"I don't worry any," nodded Billy, "only please don't 'arrive' too soon--not before the wedding, you know," she added jokingly.

"We shall be too busy to give you proper attention until after that." A peculiar look crossed Arkwright's face.
"The--_wedding ?_" he asked, a little faintly.
"Yes.

Didn't you know?
My friend, Miss Hawthorn, is to marry Mr.Cyril Henshaw next month." The man opposite relaxed visibly.
"Oh, _Miss Hawthorn!_ No, I didn't know," he murmured; then, with sudden astonishment he added: "And to Mr.Cyril, the musician, did you say ?" "Yes.