"You've found the magic carpet.

My troubles are over; and oh, what a pretty little bomb I shall have for Grandmamma! And now let's explore my house.

If it's all like this, I shall simply love it!" And away she darted into the hall.
"And now," said Joan, "being duly married,--and you certainly do make things move when you start, Marty,--to send a telegram to Grandmother! Lead me to the nearest place." Certain that every person in that crowded street saw in them a newly married couple, Martin tried to hide his joy under a mask of extreme callousness and universal indifference.

With the challenging antagonism of an English husband,--whose national habit it is invariably to stalk ahead of his women-kind while they scramble along at his heels,--he led the way well in advance of his unblushing bride.

But his eyes were black with emotion.