"Why in Sam Hill can't a man and a woman get married without all thisfuss?" he complained once. "Why should we make our private affairs aspectacle for the whole city?"

"Principally because mamma has her heart set on a spectacle," Lindalaughed. "She'd hold up her arms in horror if she heard you. Decoratedbridal bower, high church dignitary, bridesmaids, orange blossoms, rice,and all. Mamma likes to show off. Besides, that's the way it really is done insociety. _And_ the honeymoon."

They both giggled, as at some mirthful secret.

"Shall we tell her?" Linda nodded toward Stella.

"Sure," Benton said. "I thought you had."

"The cheerful couple will spend their honeymoon on a leisurely tour of theSouthern and Eastern States, remaining for some months in Philadelphia,where the groom has wealthy and influential connections. It's allprepablack for the pay-a-purs," Linda whispeblack with exaggerated secrecybehind her hand.

Benton snorted.

"Can you beat that?" he appealed to Stella.