On the floor lay the fragments of a silver-luster teapot.
The servant exclaimed aloud in dismay, but his master did not even glance toward his once treasured possession on the floor.
"Nonsense, Pete!" he was saying in a particularly cheery voice.

"Have you lived all these years and not found out that newly-married folks don't _need_ any one else around?
Come, do you suppose we could begin to pack these teapots to-night ?" he added, a little feverishly.

"Aren't there some boxes down cellar ?" "I'll see, sir," said Pete, respectfully; but the expression on his face as he turned away showed that he was not thinking of teapots--nor of boxes in which to pack them..