The invitations were out for Miss Geraldine Towers' wedding, and the first acceptance Aunt Jerry received was that of Cosimo Pratt. For Amory had kept her promise and had brought them together. It had been at the studio in Cheyne Walk, which Aunt Jerry and Mr. Massey had come to see the very night before Amory had left Glenerne; and really there had seemed something to be said for Mrs. 'Ill's cautious practice of coughing as she ascended the stairs and tapping and waiting before she entered the room. Amory had held a candle at the head of the stairs when they had left, but had not descended with them, and she had re-entered her room to find Cosimo at his funniest and most solemn. "I trust, Amory," he had said, looking gravely at her, "that my ears deceived me?..." "Cosimo," Amory had replied, looking as gravely at him, "I greatly fear...." "It _sounded_ like one, Amory...." "It _was_ one, Cosimo...." "You are sure?..." "If an aquarium, why not a greengrocer's entry?... At their age!" Amory had burst out laughing. "Well, one thing's pretty certain now--you'll be invited to the wedding!" At this Cosimo's gravity had become profounder and funnier still. "You _don't_ mean...." Amory had clapped her hands. "I do! Didn't you see it in auntie's eyes?... Cosimo, dear, you're approved of--quite an eligible young man!--So that makes Mrs. 'Ill (one), Jellies (two), Dorothy (three), aunt and uncle (five), and the plumber and the chimney-sweep (seven)--seven of these dear, quaint, obsolete souls...." "All trying to marry you and me, Amory?" "Yes, Cosimo." "And I shall be asked to the wedding as--er--one of the family?" "Quite, if I know anything about auntie." "Then," said Cosimo, in a deep voice, "I can only say that I shall come." "Oh, do!" Amory broke out. She clutched his arm. "And I'll make a bet with you, Cosimo! Our great pandjandrum will be there--'Mr. Wellcome Himself,' they call him, with a capital 'h,' almost like God--and I'll bet you anything you like he says, 'May all your troubles be little ones!'" "You _promise_ me he shall say that?" said Cosimo incredulously. "Oh, you don't know the atmosphere I've had to keep my art alive in!" "I shall certainly come," Cosimo had said. He added that he would have gone there barefoot if only Mr. Wellcome would say, "May all your troubles be little ones."