by Gloria Bevan
Trudy brought her mind back to the wheezy voice. 'Mrs. Page wanted me to let you know about it all right away. She said she thought you'd like to know.'
Like to know! Trudy expelled a long breath of relief.
But the older woman's gaze was fixed on Scott's face.
`Well, young man, and what, may I ask, are you looking so pleased about? I might tell you that you've proved to be a sad disappointment to me - to everyone in Maketu. We all thought that yours would be the first wedding to be held in our new Memorial Church.'
`That's right,' Scott said, still with that look of controlled excitement.
Trudy's lips twitched in amusement at the expression of utter astonishment lighting the plump features. The tiny mouth fell open. 'W-what—?' she stammered at last. 'W-when is it - to be?'
`As to that,' Scott drawled, meeting Trudy's radiant gaze, `you'll have to ask Miss Western. It's really up to her!'