It glided away amid a shower of rice and several old shoes, which had been carefully selected beforehand by Hippy, David and Grace, leaving six of the Eight Originals gazing after it with eloquent eyes in which lay the meaning of "Auld Lang Syne." "I love weddings," gushed Hippy sentimentally, as the six strolled back to the house.

"I hope I shall have at least two more wedding invitations this year." No one answered this pointed sally.

Nora gave her loquacious husband's arm a warning pinch.
"Stop pinching my arm, Nora," he protested in a grieved tone.

"How can you be so cruel to little me ?" This was too much for the silent four.

They looked into each other's eyes and laughed.