I've changed the menu four times already." "You're a goose, Mona," observed Patty, smiling at her enthusiastic friend, "what do you care what people eat at your wedding, as long as it's good and proper ?" "My dear child, I only expect to get married once in my checkered career, and so I want everything connected with the occasion to be perfect.

I don't want to look back and regret that I didn't have as much of a symphony in the supper as I did in the orchestra.

You don't know the responsibility of a girl who has to get married and look after the wedding both.

You'll have Mrs.Nan to run the arrangements, but I haven't anybody but little Mona." The bride-elect looked so radiant and capable and generally happy, that Patty knew better than to waste any sympathy on her.
"You love it all, Mona," she said, "you're just in your element ordering decorations and deciding menus; and I suppose you've superintended the hat-check people and the elevator service." "Of course I have.

I practically run the whole hotel just at present.
The management have to take a back seat where anything connected with the fifteenth is concerned." "It doesn't seem like a wedding at all," laughed Patty.