It is not to be announced formally until Christmas, and they are not to be married for a long time, but Eugenia knows, and Joyce, and her very most intimate friends.

She wanted me to know, and to hear it from herself, because she felt that no one could wish her joy more sincerely than her '_little chum_.' I am so glad she really called me that, after all my months of make believe.
"But it was the surprise of my life to find that Rob is The Prince and not Phil.

Poor Phil! I am sure he was disappointed, and somehow I keep thinking of that more than of Lloyd's happiness.

I don't see how she _could_ prefer anybody else to the Best Man." Here she paused, and began fingering the unwritten leaves of the diary, wondering if the time would ever come when they would hold the record of other engagements.

Nearly a third of the pages were still blank.