From there they were to take a boat bound for the West Indies where they had planned to spend a month's honeymoon, then journey to their Chicago home.
"Well, Reddy," declared Hippy condescendingly, when, a little later the Eight Originals stood near the flower bank indulging in a brief old-time chat before the arrival of the reception guests, "I must say that you did very well, and Jessica, too." He beamed on the bride, with a wide patronizing smile that caused her new dignity to vanish in a giggle of ready appreciation of the irrepressible Hippy.

"I hoped that you, Reddy, would glance at me for inspiration.

There you stood, like a wooden Indian, I mean a marble statue, and never winked.

But as you stood there a beautiful thought came to me.

I understood precisely why the name of 'Reddy' was appropriate to you.