"Why, dearest, crying!"
"Oh, David, be good to me! I'm afraid. A girl gives so much. Be good to me always!"
He drew her closer, if that were possible.
"Of course, Shirley—always. You mustn't be frightened. It's the storm.
In the morning the sun will be shining and things will seem different."
And sure enough, in the morning the sun was shining and things seemed different.
CHAPTER II
THE WITCH
The perils and pitfalls appeared. But they were not seen for what they were. As a guide David left something to be desired.
Very carefully the lovers had planned the disbursement of their income: so much for rent, so much for the household and "extras," so much for David's down-town expenses. A limited amount was set for the furnishing of their home-to-be. With many declarations that love made up for all lacks and with many tiltings of Shirley's pretty chin, they had vowed to adhere rigidly to this budget.
But the choice of the abode of so much love and happiness had been put off until after the brief honeymoon, that Shirley might share the fun of house-hunting. They thought it would be fun.