As it is, you've forced my hand.

So you're going to take me to the magic city, and if you want to see how a country cousin makes up for lost time and sets things humming, watch me!" So they talked and talked, sitting in that room which was made the very sanctum of romance by young blood and moonlight.

Eleven o'clock slipped by, and twelve and one; and while the earth slept, watched by a million glistening eyes, and nature moved imperceptibly one step nearer to maturity, this boy and girl made plans for the discovery of a world out of which so many similar explorers have crept with wounds and bitterness.
They were wonderful and memorable hours, not ever to be lived again.
They were the hours that all youth enjoys and delights in once--when, like gold-diggers arrived in sight of El Dorado, they halt and peer at the chimera that lies at their feet-- "I'm going to make my mark," Martin said.

"I'm going to make something that will last.

My father's name was Martin Gray, and I'll make it MEAN some thing out there for his sake." "And I," said Joan, springing to her feet and throwing up her chin, "will go joy-riding in the huge round-about.