She drew a deep breath and smiled at him.
"What are you doing to-morrow night ?" her father asked her.
"Oh, dad, my love, we have every evening filled and crammed right up to the wedding," she replied.

"No--the last evening I'll be here.

Hal's giving his ushers a dinner that night." "Good.

I want to talk to you, my dear." He felt his voice solemn, a great mistake.

He saw the quick glance from her luminous eyes.
"All right, father--whenever you like." Much embarrassed Roger left the room.
The few days which remained were a crowding confusion of dressmakers, gowns and chattering friends and gifts arriving at all hours.