“We won't give up our honeymoon trip?” she cried in alarm. “That's one dream we MUST live, Jim, dear. I've set my heart on it.”
“Sure we will—sure,” he answered quickly. “But not in that car.”
“Why?”
Jim grinned.
“Because I like you better—you get me, Kiddo?”
She pressed close and whispered:
“I think so.”
“You see, that fool car might throw a tire or two. Believe me, it'll be a job to have her on my hands for a thousand miles. Of course, if I didn't know you, little girl, it would be all sorts of fun. But, honest to God, this game beats the world.”
He bent low and kissed her again.
“Where'll we go, then?” she murmured.