"Perhaps; and anyway"--she put a little packet into my hand--"here's _my_
present to you, even though you did forget yesterday."
"You are a dear, Margaret. And now I'll tell you something. It was--"
Just then James came in and announced dinner. James is all our staff; but
her other name is Keziah, so we had no choice.
As we sat down I took a small box out of my pocket.
"Give this to your mistress, please," I said to James.
"O-o-o. How ripping of you, Gerald! So you did remember, after all."
"As soon as I got to the station this morning," I said, "I remembered that
our wedding-day was to-day."
Margaret lifted her eyebrows at me. "To-day?"
"Yes. You are a little behind--or in front of--the times, I'm afraid. The
twenty-fifth was a Tuesday last year, but it's trying Wednesday for a
change now. Many Happy Returns of the Day, dear."
We both laughed.
"Now let's look at our presents," said Margaret happily.
* * * * *
DORA AT THE PLAY.
["You cannot buy a cigarette, or an ice, or a box of chocolates in a
theatre after eight o'clock--by order of D.O.R.A."--_Advt. passim._]
Attentive swain, whose lady has commanded you to be at her
Disposal as an escort on a visit to the theatre,
I give you precious doctrine that is certainly worth sticking to,
At least as long as Dora is alive on earth and kicking too.
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