"
"Good Lord, what have I got to do with it?"
"Why, darn it all, you'd ought to have put up a few huts with 'For
Rent' signs on 'em, or else--"
"By George, Buck! I've got it," cried Percival excitedly. "Have
you thought of a wedding journey?"
"A what?"
"Wedding trip,--honeymoon."
"Well, we might walk up and down the main street here a coupla
times," said Buck sarcastically. "Or take a stroll along the beach
or something like that."
"What's the matter with a nice long sea voyage?"
"Say, I'm not kidding about this thing," exclaimed Mr. Chizler,
bristling. "I'm in dead earnest."
"Has it occured to you that the Doraine is lying out there in the
harbour--Here! Look out! I don't like being hugged by--"
"My gosh, A. A! Oh, my gosh!" barked the ecstatic bridegroom-apparent.
"How did you happen to think of such a beautiful, wonderful--"
"How did I happen to think of it?" shouted Percival, just as
ecstatically. "Why, darn your eyes, why shouldn't I think of it?
Why did old Noah think of the Ark? Why, I ask you?"
"He didn't," said Buck succinctly. "The feller that wrote the Bible
thought of it."
"What time is it? Oh, Lord, nearly three hours yet before school
is out.
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