As she disengaged herself from his embrace, Mary exclaimed: “I've planned a model honeymoon for us, Quincy. You must go over the Harrison case with me. I'm sure we can prove that he was an innocent man, and—”
“We'll find the real criminal, Mary, and bring him to justice.”
“It will be a long and tedious investigation. I may have to visit every drug store in the city.”
“That's easy. I'll buy you a touring car—I will act as chauffeur—”
“Why a touring car—why not a runabout just for two?”
“As you say, my dear. Your word is law—or the next thing to it. By the way, Mary, we must live on Beacon Street.”
“Why, must?”
“Because Mr. Strout has bought a house on Commonwealth Avenue, and we must keep the line drawn sharp between the old families and the nou-veaux riches!”