ll! Can't you see that we're
right in the middle of an elopement?"

Never saw Eunice May, did you? Well, that's what you miss by not
travellin' around with the swells, same as me. I had seen her. And
say, she's somethin' of a sight, too! She's a prize pumpkin, Eunice
is. Maybe she's some less'n seven feet in her lisle threads, but she
looks every inch of it; and when it comes to curves, she has Lillian
Russell pared to a lamp post. She'd be a good enough looker if she
wa'n't such a whale. As twins, she'd be a pair of beauts, but the way
she stands, she's most too much of a good thing.

Pinckney says they call her the Ogden sinking fund among his crowd.
I've heard 'em say that old man Ogden, who's a little, dried up runt of
about five feet nothin', has never got over bein' surprised at the size
Eunice has growed to. When she was about fourteen and weighed only a
hundred and ninety odd, he and Mother Ogden figured a lot on marryin'
Eunice into the House of Lords, like they did her sister, but they gave
all that up when she topped the two hundred mark.

Standin' there with Rossiter, they loomed up like a dime museum couple;
but they was lookin' happy, and gazin' at each other in that mushy
way--you know how.

"Say," says Rossiter's old man, sizin' 'em up careful, "is it all true?
Do you think as much of one another as all that?"

There wa'n't any need of their sayin' so; but Rossy speaks up prompt
for the only time in his life. He told how they'd been spoons on each
other for more'n a year, but hadn't dared let on because they was
afraid of bein' kidded. It was the same way about gettin' married.
Course, their bein' neighbours on the avenue, and all that, he must
have known that the folks on either side wouldn't kick, but neither one
of 'em had the nerve to stand for a big weddin', so they just made up
their minds to slide off easy and have it all through before anyone had
a chance to give 'em the jolly.

"But now that you've found it out," says Rossiter, "I suppose you'll
want us to wait and----"

"Wait nothing!" says the old man, jammin' on his hat. "Don't you wait
a minute on my account. Go ahead with your elopement. I'll clear out.
I'll go up to the club and find Ogden, and when you have had the knot
tied good and fast, you come home and receive a double barrelled
blessing."

About that time the minister that they'd been waitin' for shows up, and
before I knows it I've been rung in. Well, say,