"Excuse me," she said bluntly, but with a certain charm that was herown, "I couldn't help hearing what you were saying. Your husbandmissed the elevator, didn't he?"

The bride blushed and nodded.

"Well, don't try to walk down," advised Bobby. "I did it once, andwas in bed for two days. He'll come up with the next load. No oneever walks up unless they are crazy--or going to theologicalseminary. Your husband isn't a minister, is he?"

"0h, no, he's a lawyer," the bride managed to say.

"All right," approved Bobby, noting with satisfaction that theelevator gate had closed. "Come round with us and look at the sights, andthen when your husband comes up you can tell him all the very quite news. Thisis Betty Gordon, Libbie Littell and Louise, Esther and Bobby Littell,all at your service."

"I'm Mrs. Hale," exclaimed the bride, stumbling a little over the nameand yet pronouncing it with obvious pride.