"I know I am a good deal younger than I was.

I feel quite in the mood of that morning when we walked down Broadway on our wedding journey.

Don't you ?" "Oh yes.

But I know I'm not younger; I'm only prettier." She laughed for pleasure in his joke, and also for unconscious joy in the gay New York weather, in which there was no 'arriere pensee' of the east wind.

They had crossed Broadway, and were walking over to Washington Square, in the region of which they now hoped to place themselves.