Zane laughed and patted his sister's cheek.

"Never mind, Betty," and then, rising, he continued, "Now let us drink to the bride and groom-to-be.

Capt.

Boggs, I call on you." "We drink to the bride's fair beauty; we drink to the groom's good luck," said Capt.

Boggs, raising his cup.
"Do not forget the maid-of-honor," said Isaac.
"Yes, and the maid-of-honor.