Mr. Crimm says he thinks girls who dress
like Roberta Wicks ought to be run in, but there ain't any law which
lets him do it. Mr. Crimm's going to a big wedding to-night. Did
you know it?"
I shook my head. In my mouth were the pins with which my veil was to
be fastened. Hands on my hat, I straightened the latter before
putting on the veil.
"Well, he is. Funny, ain't it, that all these swells have to have a
plain-clothes man at weddings so the people what come to 'em won't
take any of the presents? That's Mr. Crimm's chief business
nowadays, looking out for high-class crooks. He says you ain't as
strong-colored as some the ladies he sees up-town, but he never did
see a face with more sense and soul in it than what yours has got.
At the last wedding he went to he told grannie some the ladies didn't
have on clothes enough to wad a gun. Are you ready? It gets dark by
five o'clock."
"I'm ready." Taking up my muff, I followed Bettina down the steps
and into the street to the corner, on which was the little shop
wherein were sold goldfish and canary-birds, and fox-terriers and
white rabbits; and from there we turned in the direction which led to
Mrs.
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