'William,' I said, looking at him steadily in the eye, 'you want my
candid opinion?'
'I do,' he replied fervently.
'Then I advise you to go on with the marriage. I have weighed it all
up, and I feel it is for the best.'
He wrung my hand silently, and then he rose. 'Thank you,' he said, 'I
am sure you are always right.' I thought I detected a note of relief
in his voice. Man is a perplexing creature.
The next day Marion came to me overjoyed. 'It's all right, dear,' she
announced. 'William wants to get married at once. Netta, you are
wonderful--how did you do it? What did you say to him?'
'Never mind,' I said, trying to look enigmatical and rather enjoying
Marion's respectful admiration of my wondrous powers, 'all's well that
ends well . . . ask Elizabeth if it isn't,' I added as that worthy
lurched in with the tea-tray.
'The wedding isn't going to be postponed after all, Elizabeth,'
announced Marion gleefully.
'I knowed it wouldn't be, Miss Marryun, when I see a weddin' wreath in
your cup. I tell you the Signs is always right.'
Marion shook her head. 'Not always. Didn't you once tell me that my
future husband would cross water to meet me? Mr. Rawlings, now, has
been here all the time.'
Elizabeth paused in the act of arranging the tea-table, and stood in a
prophetic attitude with the teapot held aloft.
'Oo ses the Signs is wrong?' she demanded.
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