Here we are at the top."
A crowd was waiting to descend, and as they walked from the
elevator, the bride meekly following, Bobby plucked her sleeve.
"Excuse me," she said bluntly, but with a certain charm that was her
own, "I couldn't help hearing what you were saying. Your husband
missed the elevator, didn't he?"
The bride blushed and nodded.
"Well, don't try to walk down," advised Bobby. "I did it once, and
was in bed for two days. He'll come up with the next load. No one
ever walks up unless they are crazy--or going to theological
seminary. Your husband isn't a minister, is he?"
"Oh, no, he's a lawyer," the bride managed to say.
"All right," approved Bobby, noting with satisfaction that the
elevator gate had closed. "Come round with us and see the sights, and
then when your husband comes up you can tell him all the news. This
is Betty Gordon, Libbie Littell and Louise, Esther and Bobby Littell,
all at your service."
"I'm Mrs. Hale," said the bride, stumbling a little over the name
and yet pronouncing it with obvious pride.
CHAPTER XIV
LIBBIE IS ROMANTIC
The girls, marshaled by Bobby, made a tour of the windows, and
though Betty was fascinated by the views of the city spread out
before her and bought post cards to send to the Pineville friends and
those she knew in Glenside and Laurel Grove, her mind was running
continuously on young Mrs.
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