MYRA wired to Alice, at the end of that week, "He wants a regular wedding so I'm coming to Chicago for clothes"; to which Alice immediately replied, "Come right here." And the next day Myra arrived and Alice and she shut themselves in Alice's room for a long talk about everything.
"Don't your own doings beat the Dutch?" Myra appealed. "Here Lan and I have been passing up month after month since he's been out of medical school and when he might just as well have been married; because he felt he'd be getting into the war before it's over; and now we're getting married because he's about to go."
"You two get married!" Alice urged vehemently.
"Don't worry!" Myra rejoined and longed for ability to take her friend into her happiness.
As soon as she could, Myra inquired cautiously: "How's Dave making it with Fidelia?"
"Very well, I think."
"Do you think it?" Myra demanded.
"Yes," Alice replied but she thought about that telephone call and Myra discerned that she held a reservation.
"Nothing peculiar happened yet?" Myra asked.
"Peculiar?" Alice repeated.
"Something peculiar is due with her; we knew that
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