And they would spend a real honeymoon in the place in which they had sat together in the dark and laid their whispered plans for the great adventure.

How good that would be! And when she went back to the piano and rattled off a fox trot, Grandmother Ludlow got up and hobbled out of the room, on her tapping stick, to hide her glee.
XIII It was ten o'clock when Joan stood once more in the old, familiar bedroom in which she had slept all through her childhood and adolescence.
Nothing had been altered since the night from which she dated the beginning of her life.

Her books were in the same places.

Letters from her school friends were in the same neat pile on her desk.

The things that she had been obliged to leave on her dressing-table had not been touched.