"Oh, nuthin'.
I'm goin' to lay the curse on her, that's all." "You shall not!" There was no time to lose.
Honoria's trustee--the second cousin from London, a tall, clean-shaven man with a shiny bald head, and a shiny hat in his hand--had stepped out and was helping the bride to alight.
What Lizzie meant Taffy could not tell; but there must be no scene.
He caught her hand.

"Mind--I say you shall not!" he whispered.
"Lemme go--you're creamin' my fingers." "Be quiet then." At that moment Honoria passed up the path.

Her wedding gown almost brushed him as he stood wringing Lizzie's hand.

She did not appear to see him; but he saw her face beneath the bridal veil, and it was hard and white.
"The proud toad!" said Lizzie.

"I'm no better'n dirt, I suppose, though from the start she wasn' above robbin' me.