and neither does Libby; maybe we can coax Mrs. Shuler to accept 'em all! What have you got to say for yourself—behaving like a circus clown before the whole place like that! And, by the way"—here her tone became more emphatic—"I thought you told me that young lady with the light hair was a bride."
"She is. They're a bride and groom on their wedding trip; they told me so."
"Then why didn't you let 'em ride next to each other, the way honeymoon couples like to? Why'd you have to go and push your old camel in between 'em? So you could talk to the bride better? What are their names?"
"I don't know," Tinker answered, and he rubbed his head. "That's been botherin' me all day. I asked him about fifteen times; but it was so foreign sounding, and he'd always sort of smother it when he said it, at last I gave up tryin' to get it. Mighty nice young couple, though."
"Yes," Mrs. Tinker said with some tartness, "I noticed you seemed to think so—especially the bride."
Mr. Shuler laughed waggishly. "That's right, Mrs. Tinker, give it to him! You'll have to keep your eye on him. I met Charlie Wackstle in Naples
