"So many 'honeymoons?'" smiled the Intruding Lady. "Why, I'm thirty-two years old! And this is the very first honeymoon I've ever had in my life!"
"Why—why, you said you were on a honeymoon—down South!" frowned Daphne.
"So I did!" laughed the Intruding Lady. "And so I was! But I never said it was my honeymoon!"
"Old-Dad—thought it was your honeymoon!" accused Daphne.
"Yes—I meant him to!" laughed the Intruding Lady. "Just for a little while I meant him to! . . . We'd had such a quarrel—ever since the winter before! Love at first sight it seemed to be!— and quarrel at first sight too!"
"Oh, dear me—dear me," worried Daphne. "The more I hear about 237 this 'Love' the more complicated it seems. There's even more study to it—I believe—than going to college."
"Oh, a great deal more study to it than going to college!" attested the Intruding Lady.
"But whose honeymoon—was it?" persisted Daphne.
"Why, it was the honeymoon," mused the Intruding Lady, "of a very silly little chorus girl and an unduly wise New York magnate. He was very much pleased with everything about her, it seemed, except her Grammar—so I was brought along to mend the Grammar. Now wasn't that a perfectly idiotic thing to do?" she turned quite unblushingly to ask Old-Dad. "Where there are so many perfectly beautiful things to learn on a honeymoon to waste any time learning Grammar? Oh, of course, I know perfectly well"—she returned a bit quickly to Daphne—"that it was very wrong indeed of me to run away from them—that it caused the old magnate, at least, a considerable amount of anxiety. Only, of course, I never dreamed for a moment," she acknowledged, "that the yacht would go off without me! I merely thought," she 238 blushed, "I merely heard," she blushed, "that that was Jaffrey Bretton's Island."
"And you found him with me!" giggled Daphne, "all cuddled up in the sand."