Within an hour the answer came:
Come along. We'll let you alone. We're having a second honeymoon ourselves.
Gerrod.
Davis showed the wire to Nita.
"Splendid!" she said with a sigh of relief. Then she dimpled and looked up at Davis. "But, Dicky, dear, we'll never have a second honeymoon like they are having."
"We won't?" demanded Davis. "Why not?"
"Because," said Nita, putting her face very close to his. "Because our first one is never going to stop."
THE END.