It was such a bad, bad time to choose." She went to her father and kissed him.

"Well, it's over now," she said, "and we'll make the best we can of it.

I'll tell her you're sorry and quiet her down.

And to-morrow we'll try to forget it has happened." * * * * * For Roger the morrow went by in a whirl.

The wedding, a large church affair, was to take place at twelve o'clock.