“I ain't never heard but one fur honeymooners,” she said softly.

“Let's have it. I've never heard a toast for honeymooners in my life. It'll be new to me—fire away!”

Nance fumbled her faded dress with her left hand and laughed again.

“'May ye live long and prosper an' all yer troubles be LITTLE ONES!'”

She laughed aloud at the old, worm-eaten joke and Jim joined.

“Bully! Bully, old girl—bully!”

He lifted his cup and drained it at one draught and Nance did the same.

He seized the jug and poured another drink for each.

“Once more——”

He leaned across the table.