He saw rainbows all over the sky, and rings of bright light round the square heads of all the buildings which competed in an endeavor to touch the clouds; and there was a song in his heart.
They sat down side by side in a Western Union office, dallied for a moment or two with the tied pencils the points of which are always blunt, and to the incessant longs and shorts of a dozen telegraph instruments they put their epoch-making news on the neat blanks.

Martin did not intend to be left out of it.

His best pal was off the map, and so he chose a second-best friend and wrote triumphantly: "Have been married to-day.

Staying in New York for honeymoon.

How are you ?" He was sorry that he couldn't remember the addresses of a hundred other men.
He felt in the mood to pelt the earth with such telegrams as that.
"Listen," said Joan, her eyes dancing with mischief.