I do n't think I did . `` That 's my wedding-day ! '' said Tackleton , rattling his money . `` Why , it 's our wedding-day too , '' exclaimed the Carrier . `` Ha , ha ! '' laughed Tackleton . `` Odd ! You 're just such another couple . Just ! '' The indignation of Dot at this presumptuous assertion is not to be described . What next ? His imagination would compass the possibility of just such another Baby , perhaps . The man was mad . `` I say ! A word with you , '' murmured Tackleton , nudging the Carrier with his elbow , and taking him a little apart . `` You 'll come to the wedding ? We 're in the same boat , you know . '' `` How in the same boat ? '' inquired the Carrier . `` A little disparity , you know , '' said Tackleton with another nudge .
`` Come and spend an evening XXXXX us beforehand . ''
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