and Cadge and--"
"Has the list been printed?"
Kitty looked puzzled.
"What are you cross about?" she said finally. "I don't wonder you get
tired of such doings, tugging a ton of bouquet down a church aisle, organ
grinding Lohengrin. If ever I marry, I sha'n't ask you to stand up with
me; I propose to be the central figure at my own wedding; Cadge can do as
she chooses."
"Why, Kitty! Cadge and--why, Pros., of course."
"In June. Came to tell you."
For a moment Kitty's eyes danced, then the mist followed the sunlight, and
the poor little creature buried her head in my lap, sobbing.
"Oh, what'll I do," she cried, "when Cadge takes away my brother and my
brother takes away Cadge, and you--they say you're going off with that
Englisher to be a Countess--not that I ever see anything of you now."
"Oh, hush, child; don't you know you're talking nonsense?"
Kitty took me at my word.
"Earl's lady is a Countess, ain't she?" she asked, her voice still shaky.
Then she sat suddenly upright and put back her red curls from her brow,
winking vigourously. "Oh, if you do live in a castle, put in bathtubs and
gas; and if you go to court, please, Princess, hide a kodak under your
bouquet for me and--"
Crying and laughing by turns and tossing back her flaming locks, she
started for the door.
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