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No Washingtonian has ever been up to the top of the Washington monument. Once the elevator in the monument was out of commission for two weeks, and yet Washington knew nothing about it. When the news got into the local papers at last, it came from Macon, Georgia. Some honeymooner from down there had written home about it, roasting the government."
"'Ave a week-end in Lunnon," said Hobbs, with a broad wink. "Change of medicine, I mean. I'm not leaving Steynholme till things make a move. My next trip to London will be my honeymoon." "You look like a honeymooner, I don't think," guffawed Hobbs. "You wouldn't laugh if I told you what you really look like," cried Elkin angrily. "Bet you a level fiver I'm married this year.
"Oh, Father!" she said, almost tearfully. "Would you like it?" "Like it! With a real house and something to keep my hands busy! And maybe a kitty! "Yes, you'd have old Mr. Seth Appleby for tea-room customer. He's better 'n anybody they got on Cape Cod!" "Yes, and you are better, too, Father!" "You old honeymooner! Say, I've got an idea.
"But mightn't he be safer for a person's niece than for their nephew?" said the Briton. Mrs. Trevise's hand moved toward the bell. But Juno answered the question mournfully: "With such hereditary bloodthirstiness, who can tell?" And so Mrs. Trevise moved her hand away again. "Excuse me, but do you know if the other gentleman is laid up, too?" inquired the male honeymooner, hopefully.
"I fancy, sir, that Doctor Beaugarcon knows what he is talking about." "Have they apologized yet?" inquired the male honeymooner from the up-country. "My nephew, sir, nobly consented to shake hands this afternoon. He did it entirely out of respect for Mr.
"But mightn't starving be harder for him to experience than for you to witness, y' know?" asked the Briton. At this one of the et ceteras made a sort of snuffing noise, and ate his dinner hard. It was the male honeymooner who next spoke. "Must have been quite a tussle, ma'am." "It was an infamous onslaught!" repeated Juno. "Wish I'd seen it!" sighed the honeymooner.
It was the male honeymooner who addressed me. "Did I understand you to say, sir, that Mr. Mayrant had received a bruise over his left eye?" "Daphne!" called out Mrs. Trevise, "Mr. Henderson will take an orange." And so we finished our meal without further reference to eyes, or noses, or anything of the sort.
"And of the gambling I have ocular proof, since I found him, cards, counters, and money, with my sick nephew. He had actually brought cards in his pocket." "I suppose," said the Briton, "your nephew was too sick to resist him." The male honeymooner, with two of the et ceteras, made such unsteady demonstrations at this that Mrs. Trevise protracted our sitting no longer.
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