The Flyers
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Some one climbed down from the rear of the 'bus, assisted by two young
men in brass buttons. Mr. Hooker made way for a corpulent, puffing old
lady. She stopped in front of him and demanded in hot, strident tones:
"Where is my husband?"
"Your husband?" repeated Mr. Hooker, politely. "Madam, you can search
me. There's a whole churchful of husbands up there."
"You--you---" she sputtered. "Am I too late? Support me, you fools,"
she cried to the two bell-boys. They hurried across the churchyard,
Mr. Hooker following. At the doorway she stopped, glaring hard at the
well-lighted interior. "Mr. Van Truder! Mr. Van Truder!" she called
out angrily, but her joyful other half did not hear her. He was trying
at that moment to organise the company into a wedding procession.
"Say," said Mr. Hooker, "maybe you'd better cough three times."
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