The only person among them capable of getting into any real scrape was poor little Bubbles.
Bubbles was now practically well again.

She had written out the announcement which was to appear in the _Times_ and the _Morning Post_, and had insisted on its being sent off.
Donnington had been somewhat perturbed by the thought of their engagement being thus at once made public.

But Bubbles had observed cheerfully: "Once people know about it, I shan't be able to get out of it, even if I want to!" To that Bill had said, sorely, that if she wanted to give him the chuck she should of course do so, even on the altar steps.

Bubbles had laughed at that and exclaimed: "I only said it to tease you, old thing! The real truth is that I want father to understand that I really mean it--that's all.

He reads the _Times_ right through every day, and he'll think it true if he sees it there.