ON THEIR HONEYMOON.
She—Oh, George, I want all these people to know that I am married to you.
He—Well, my dear, you had better carry the dress-suit case and the umbrellas.—Le Rire.
She—Oh, George, I want all these people to know that I am married to you.
He—Well, my dear, you had better carry the dress-suit case and the umbrellas.—Le Rire.