"Weally, I shall need all the couwage my fwiends can give me.

And you know, Stawms, I stood by you." Mrs.Hanway-Harley supposed the happy ones were to take the B.& O.for New York; Richard explained that they would have a boat.
"In fact," said Richard, "the captain has just sent me word that the yacht is anchored off the Navy Yard, awaiting our going aboard." "Yacht ?" said Mrs.Hanway-Harley.

"Oh, I see; Mr.Gwynn's." "No, not Mr.Gwynn's.

Ours."-- And Richard looked more lamblike than ever.
Mrs.Hanway-Harley became sorely puzzled.

The truth was slowly soaking into her not over-porous comprehension.
As the launch, with the wedding party, rounded the yacht's stern to reach her gangway on the off-shore side, Mrs.Hanway-Harley read in letters of raised gilt: _Dorothy Storms_.