One loses these things by remaining among bricks and mortar till the end of April.

Joan, my dear, give this your consideration next year.

If your good husband is anything like his father, whom we knew very slightly and admired, he is a lover of the country and should be considered." "Yes, Grandmamma," said Joan, wondering if Marty had come back and found her note on his dressing-table.
"Always supposing, of course, that next year finds you both as much in love as you are to-day,--the most devoted pair of turtle doves, as I am told." She laughed a little roguishly to disguise the sting.
"They will be," said Mrs.Harley quickly.

"There is no doubt about that." "None," said Joan, looking full at the old lady with a confident smile and a high chin.

Would her grandmother never forget that escape from the window?
"Why suggest the possibility of a break ?" asked Mr.Ludlow, with a touch of anger.