"Yes, he thought it was quite as big as Fernbank."
And so the happy fortnight passed away, and the day arrived on which they were to return home.
"First-class tickets again. How extravagant you are, Kenneth!" she said, as they got into the train.
"One isn't married every day, Marjorie, and this is our honeymoon, remember."
"We are getting near North Eaton, Marjorie," said Kenneth, some hours after. "I think it is the next station."
Marjorie looked eagerly out of the window. "What lovely country!" she said. "I am so glad it is such a pretty place."
"The train is slowing down now, Marjorie."
"Oh, Kenneth, there is such a beautiful carriage waiting at the station, with a pair of lovely cream-coloured horses!"
"Very likely. There are several large estates in the neighbourhood."
A footman was standing on the platform, and came to the carriage door touching his hat. Kenneth got out and spoke to him, and walked with him a little way down the platform. Then he came back to where Marjorie was standing.