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CHAPTER II. MRS. GUY THORNDIKE

Thorndike felt perplexed as he gazed at the girl beside him. It didn’t occur to him that he was a bridegroom, he felt more like a man who had impulsively bought a piece of bric-a-brac that didn’t harmonize with his other furnishings.

Summoning his courage to the point of speaking aloud, he said:

“Now, Prillilgirl–I shall call you that, I think, because it suits you so well–though Sweet o’ the Year is pretty for you, too–you are now Mrs. Thorndike, and you must behave accordingly.”

“Yes, sir;” the lady addressed looked at the gold circlet on her finger and smiled pleasantly.

“First, you mustn’t say “sir’ to me.”

“No, sir.”

“Are you listening?”

“Oh, yes, sir. But you see I’m so busy being married that I’ve not much time for anything else.”

“Pshaw, you’re a baby and a simpleton.”

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