The new transmission was of a better model than the old one, and
I foresaw I might have trouble about it with the syndicate. It
would be just like Harry to talk about "unearned increment" and
rope me in to pay part. But I still owed on my leather coat and
wasn't in the humor to hand out a cent. What is the good of
iron-clad agreements, anyway, if people don't live up to them
--and as for the transmission, I was quite satisfied with the old
one till they broke it. So when Nelly came around one night, all
smiles and friendliness, I suspected trouble and didn't kiss her
very hard back. But she was in too high spirits to notice
anything, and hugged me and hugged me till I inwardly relented
ten dollars' worth on the transmission--for Nelly and I had been
good chums before we went into the syndicate, and there was a
time when we would have shared our last chocolate cream.

"Virgie, you can't guess!" she exclaimed, her eyes dancing.

"The makers will do the right thing and won't charge for it?"

This brought her back again to earth at once.

"It--it isn't the transmission at all," she said. "I am going to
get married next month!"

"I thought they insisted that Harry had to save a thousand
dollars first."

"He's got it! He's got it!" she cried delightedly.