He said confusedly, "We—we're back where we started from, Sandy? Everything's the same, only—"
"Only," finished the girl, "everything's different, now." And she stood on tiptoe to kiss him. Somebody in the crowd sniggered. A veteran trainman chuckled and nudged a neighbor.
"Newlyweds?" he said. "You can spot 'em every time. Oh, well—nothin' like bein' young!"
Larry looked at Sandra, and a smile touched his lips. "We're not," he said, "what he thinks. But—it's a damn good idea."
Once more, to the vast amusement of their audience, their lips met. Then, arm in arm, they walked down the steps into the heat and confusion and bustling traffic of the world they knew....