And how do you suppose I could remember how many pinches of flour and spoonfuls of salt and cupfuls of baking-powder went into a loaf of cake when all the while the very teakettle on the stove was singing: 'It's all right--Bertram loves me--I'm going to marry Bertram!' ?" "You darling!" (In spite of the man across the aisle Bertram did almost kiss her this time.) "As if anybody cared how many cupfuls of baking-powder went anywhere--with that in your heart!" "Aunt Hannah says you will--when you're hungry.

And Kate said--" Bertram uttered a sharp word behind his teeth.
"Billy, for heaven's sake don't tell me what Kate said, if you want me to stay sane, and not attempt to fight somebody--broken arm, and all.
Kate _thinks_ she's kind, and I suppose she means well; but--well, she's made trouble enough between us already.

I've got you now, sweetheart.
You're mine--all mine--" his voice shook, and dropped to a tender whisper--"'till death us do part.'" "Yes; 'till death us do part,'" breathed Billy.
And then, for a time, they fell silent.
"'I, Bertram, take thee, Billy,'" sang the whirring wheels beneath them, to one.
"'I, Billy, take thee, Bertram,'" sang the whirring wheels beneath them, to the other.

While straight ahead before them both, stretched fair and beautiful in their eyes, the wondrous path of life which they were to tread together..