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The father of the bride hurried up to greet the coat with a rose boutonniere Bell thought he looked a little lost without Mrs Corateful for a friendly face “Marion, I’lad you came all the way froo”

“A wedding without the bestwithout the rope”

Marion asked if the bride-to-be was nervous

“Lillian nervous? She’s got seventeen bridesot kicked out of and ice water in her veins” Hennessy beamed proudly “Besides, there has never been a more beautiful bride in New York Wait ‘til you see her” He turned his head to favor J P Morgan with a chilly nod

Bell whispered to Marion, “That record will fall if we decide to marry in New York”

“What was that?” said Hennessy, sending Morgan off with a per functory slap on the shoulder

“I was just saying, I should check in with the groom May I leave Marion in your care, Mr Hennessy?”

“A pleasure,” said Hennessy “Co, my dear The butler told ne, but I knohere it’s kept”

“Could I see Lillian first?”

Hennessy pointed the way upstairs A knock at her door elicited squeals and giggles inside Three girls escorted her to Lillian’s dressing table, where irls hovered Marion had to smile at how her extra years seemed to awe them

Lillian jue?”

“Yes”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re heading toward a bridal suite, not a bordello”

Lillian’s school friends convulsed with laughter, and she told them, “Go away”