You have to!--to doing things.

That's what I told Mary Jane yesterday, when he was running on about what _he_ wanted to do--in his singing, you know." Bertram stiffened a little.

A quick frown came to his face.
"Mary Jane, indeed! Of all the absurd names to give a full-grown, six-foot man! Billy, do, for pity's sake, call him by his name--if he's got one." Billy broke into a rippling laugh.
"I wish I could, dear," she sighed ingenuously.
"Honestly, it bothers me because I _can't_ think of him as anything but 'Mary Jane.' It seems so silly!" "It certainly does--when one remembers his beard." "Oh, he's shaved that off now.

He looks rather better, too." Bertram turned a little sharply.
"Do you see the fellow--often ?" Billy laughed merrily.
"No.

He's about as disgruntled as you are over the way the wedding monopolizes everything.