“How long do you plan to stay?”
“Five minutes.”
“Then you may come,” she said, graciously.
CHAPTER XXI.
TO STRIKE OR NOT TO STRIKE
When the picnic party reached Cloverdale the day after the wedding, the Jimsons were not there.
Where Mr. Jimson concealed his bride and himself during his brief honeymoon no one ever knew, for he would not tell, and she could not, being bound to secrecy.
No one, that is, no one except Mr. and Mrs. Everest, and old Mrs. Jimson. To them Selina and the Mayor confided the news that they had been in a quiet New Hampshire village, where they could enjoy delightful drives among hills resplendent in autumn dress, and have no society forced on them but that of their hostess—a farmer’s widow.
As a result of this reposeful life, Mr. Jimson came home looking ten years younger, and Roger Stanisfield, meeting him in the street, told him so.