In Which Little-Lovely Leila Looks Forward to the Month of May; and in Which Barry Rides Into a Town With Narrow Streets

It was when Little-Lovely Leila was choosing certain gowns for her trip
abroad that she had almost given away her secret to Delilah.

"I want a yellow one," she had remarked, "with a primrose hat, like I
wore when Barry and I----" She stopped, blushing furiously.

"When you and Barry what?" demanded Delilah.

Leila having started to say, "When Barry and I ran away to be married,"
stumbled over a substitute, "Well, I wore a yellow gown--when--when----"

"Not when he proposed, duckie. That was the day at Fort Myer. I knew
it the minute I came out and saw your face; and then that telephone
message about the picture. Were you really jealous when you found it
on my table?"

"Dreadfully." Leila breathed freely once more. The subject of the
primrose gown was shelved safely.

"You needn't have been. All the world knew that Barry was yours."

"And he's mine now," Leila laughed; "and I am to see him in--May."

In the days which followed she was a very busy little Leila. On every
pretty garment that she made or bought, she embroidered in fine silk a
wreath of primroses. It was her own delicious secret, this adopting of
her bridal color. Other brides might be married in white, but she had
been different--her gown had been the color of the great gold moon that
had lighted their way. What a wedding journey it had been--and how she
and Barry would laugh over it in the years to come!