And everybody else knew that she knew it. And Jean kissed her very tenderly.
And Mr. Punch, when he heard of the matter, in his playful little way quoted:
"Doän't thou marry for munny, but—goä wheer munny is."
CHAPTER VII
SOME ODD FURNISHINGS AND A HONEYMOON
Aunt Jannet Harvey's wardrobe was rapidly approaching completion.
She and Jean had had a busy six weeks. They had neither of them ever been quite so busy in all their lives before, and the curious thing was that it seemed to agree with them mightily, and they, both one and the other, had visibly renewed their youth under the demands made upon them.
Aunt Jannet developed new and surprising traits of character every day; and as for Jean, the days were not half long enough for the joy of life that lay in wait for each one as it came.
She and Kenneth Blair had been quietly married by special licence a month ago, and the sight of their faces, wherever they had been since, had brought new ideals and new possibilities of life to all who looked upon them—all except the cynics and philosophers of Jean's former world, of course.