I haven't another minute to spare." Luckily, Curtis found his overcoat awaiting him in the cloak room, or he might have been in a difficulty, for New York in November is not a city which encourages midnight journeys in evening dress.
Uncle Horace and Aunt Louisa were hurried into a taxi, and as they were being whisked off to the quiet hotel to which their baggage had been consigned, the stout man began polishing his domed forehead once more.
"Lou," he said, "I can't make head nor tail of this business.

Can you ?" "Not yet, Horace," was the hopeful response.
"But--what sort of marriage is this, anyway ?" "Oh, that's all right.

Those two haven't begun courting yet.

But it won't be long before they start.

Did you notice----" And details observed by Aunt Louisa endured till the taxi stopped..