So we'll be married in London, in a City church, in the church where John Gilpin and his family went to what I suppose they called 'worship.' It's there you will have to say you worship me, Bill!" She lifted her head, and looked into his face.

"Oh, Bill," she said, her voice trembling a little, "you do look happy!" "I am happy, but I--I can't quite believe it," he said slowly; "it's too good to be true." "I hope you'll go on being happy," she said, again pressing closer to him.

"But you know that sometimes, Bill--well, I _shall_ dine at Edmonton while you do dine at Ware.

It's no good my trying to conceal that from you." "I--I don't understand," he stammered out.

What did Bubbles mean by saying that?
"You'll know soon enough," she said, with that little wise look of hers--the little look he loved.