She was helped into one carriage; Fred and I entered another.
"I hope you feel cool," I said to Fred.
"I hope _you_ do," he retorted.
I have always laid the catastrophe which followed to the first mistake in having to fly home for my neck-tie.

I was disconcerted by that, and I couldn't exactly get concerted again.
I don't know what happened after the carriage stopped at the church door--I must take the report of my friends for it.

They say that I bolted at the last moment, and followed the bride up one aisle instead of the groom up the other, as I should have done.

But I was perfectly calm and collected.

Oh, yes, that was why, when we attempted to form in front of the altar, I insisted on standing next to Belle, and when I was finally pushed into my place by the irate Fred, I kept diving forward every time the clergyman said anything, trying to take the bride's hand, and responding, "Belle, I take thee to be my lawful, wedded," answering, "I do," loudly, to every question, even to that "Who gives this woman ?" etc., until every man, woman, and child in church was tittering and giggling, and the holy man had to come to a full pause, and request me to realize that it was not I who was being married.
"I do.