By the way, on that Old Dominion steamer there was a newly-married couple—there always is.
I soon discovered that the lady had been something of a yachtswoman, and seemed perfectly at home on the heaving ocean.
Not so the newly-made Benedict.
As soon as the swell off the capes set us to dancing he rushed to the side and started lightening the ship.
This he repeated many times, but was too game to seek his berth.
So, as night came on, they sat there, she chipper as a lark, and he about as dejected a bridegroom as could be found in seven counties.
Perhaps she thought a touch of the romantic might get him out of his mood, so she tried this:
