Most of them are burglars, and if they ever get out, our house is the very first one they'll break into." "I haven't caught anybody in this neighborhood breaking into our house yet," said Fred, "and I'd be glad to see even a burglar!" They were seated on the brick terrace that overlooked the lake.

It was just before the dinner hour, and the dusk of a wonderful October night had fallen on the hedges, the clumps of evergreens, the rows of close-clipped box.

A full moon was just showing itself above the tree-tops, turning the lake into moving silver.

Fred rose from his wicker chair and, crossing to his young bride, touched her hair fearfully with the tips of his fingers.
"What if we don't know anybody, Win," he said, "and nobody knows us?
It's been a perfectly good honeymoon, hasn't it?
If you just look at it that way, it works out all right.

We came here really for our honeymoon, to be together, to be alone--" Winnie laughed shortly.