"There goes one of your gowns, Anne,--five hundred and sixty-five dollars." "I shan't miss it, mother dear," said Anne cheerfully.

She had linked an arm through one of George's, much to the surprise and embarrassment of the tall young man.
"Bully girl," said he awkwardly.

"Just for that I'll kiss the bride next month, and wish her the best of luck.

I--I certainly hope you'll have better luck than I had." "There's still loads of luck ahead for you, George," said she, a little wistfully.

"All you've got to do is to keep a sharp lookout and you'll find it some day--sooner than I, I'm sure.