Yesterday she was an overwatched girl, looking yearningly at a city that appeared to be unattainable.

To-day she was a married woman who, a moment ago, had been standing before a minister, binding herself for good or ill to a man who was delightfully a boy and of whom she knew next to nothing.

What did it matter--what did anything matter--so long as she achieved her long-dreamed-of ambition to live and see life?
"Then I can go ahead," she added, "and dress as becomes the wife of a man of one of our best families.

I've never been able to dress before.
Trust me to make an excellent beginning." There was a twinkle of humor in her eyes as she said these things, and excitement too.

"Tell me this, Marty: is it as easy to get unmarried as it is to get married ?" "You're not thinking about that already, surely!" "Oh, no.