He noticed how
other men ran down after marriage, and he didn't want to run down. He
saw how so many girls went to seed after marriage, and he didn't want
them to belong to him. 'Let well enough alone, you fool,' was his
philosophy. I knew it. He had told me about it often, and I always
said it was sound good sense.
"The second afternoon I told him I was going to wear white lace to be
married in, and had picked out my bridesmaids. I asked him where would
be a nice place to go for a honeymoon, and he flung himself home in a
huff, and said it was none of his business where I went but he
suggested New London or Danville. I showed no annoyance when he left
so abruptly. I was too busy. I drew my feet up under me and went on
making notes in my red book. He looked out from behind the windows of
the dining-room, carefully concealed of course, but I saw him. I could
hear him nearly having apoplexy when he saw me utterly and blissfully
absorbed in my book."
Carol chuckled in ecstasy. She foresaw that Connie was practically
engaged to Dan, a prince of a fellow, and she was so glad. That little
scamp of a Connie, to keep it secret so long.
"Oh," she cried, "I always thought you loved each other."
"So?" asked Connie coolly.
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