He drew forth his pocketbook and took from its interior a small bit of paper, which he handed to her, a shamed smile in his eyes.

She read it at a glance and handed it back.

A faint touch of red came into her cheeks.
"How very odd! Why should you have kept that bit of paper all these months ?" "I will admit that the announcement of the approaching nuptials of two persons whom I had met so casually may seem a strange thing to cherish, but I am a strange person.

You have been married nearly three months," he said reflectively.

"Three months and two days, to be precise." She laughed outright, a bewitching, merry laugh that startled him.
"How accurate you would be," she exclaimed.