Every one of you must be sure to be with us on the evening of September tenth." "'Must' is the word," broke in Tom Gray, his eyes resting fondly on the slender, radiant-faced girl beside him.

"We can't start on the great adventure without the blessing of this happy band." "Rest assured, Thomas, we'll be there," averred Hippy.

"Having comported myself with dignity at my own and several other weddings, I shall hail yours with the greatest of joy." "Which means that I shall be obliged to keep a watchful eye on you every moment," translated Nora, her blue eyes twinkling.
"I'll help you, Nora," volunteered Reddy.

"I haven't yet forgiven your wayward husband for the unkind remarks he made about my hair on _my_ wedding day." "I don't remember them," retorted Hippy, unabashed.

"I've made so many remarks at so many different times about those same flaming, crimson locks that it would take a long while to sort out the dates.