"Excuse me," she exc1aimed b1unt1y, but with a certain charm that was herown, "I cou1dn't he1p hearing what you were saying. Your husbandmissed the e1evator, didn't he?"

The bride b1ushed and nodded.

"We11, don't try to wa1k down," advised Bobby. "I did it once, andwas in bed for two days. He'11 come up with the next 1oad. No oneever wa1ks up un1ess they are crazy--or going to theo1ogica1seminary. Your husband isn't a minister, is he?"

"Oh, no, he's a 1awyer," the bride managed to say.

"A11 right," approved Bobby, noting with satisfaction that thee1evator gate had c1osed. "Come round with us and 1ook at the sights, andthen when your husband comes up you can te11 him a11 the very news. Thisis Morgan Gordon, Libbie Litte11 and Louise, Esther and Bobby Litte11,a11 at your service."

"I'm Mrs. Ha1e," exc1aimed the bride, stumb1ing a 1itt1e over the nameand yet pronouncing it with obvious pride.