"I think this is a pretty good effort: 'Blessings and congratulations on her marriage to-day may be sent to Mrs.Martin Gray, at 26 East Sixty-seventh Street, New York .-- Joan.' How's that ?" It was the first time the boy had seen that name, and he blinked and smiled and got very red.

"Terse and literary," he said, dying to put his arms round her and kiss her before all mankind.

"They'll have something to talk about at dinner to-night.

A nice whack in the eye for Gleave." He managed to achieve a supremely blase air while the words were being counted, but it crumbled instantly when the telegraphist shot a quick look at Joan and gave Martin a grin of cordial congratulation.
As soon as he saw a taxi, Martin hailed it and told the chauffeur to drive to the corner of Forty-second Street and Fifth Avenue.

"We'll walk from there," he said to Joan, "-- if you'd like to, that is." "I would like to.