"Do you, honey?" said Mullett tenderly. "I was hoping you would. Because I've got a secret for you."
"What's that?"
"This is where you and me are going to spend our honeymoon!"
"What, in this kitchen?"
"Of course not. We'll have the run of the whole apartment, with the roof thrown in."
"What'll Mr. Finch have to say to that?"
"He won't know, pettie. You see, Mr. Finch has just gone and got engaged to be married himself, and he'll be off on his honeymoon-trip, so the whole place'll be ours for ever so long. What do you think of that?"
"Sounds good to me."
"I'll take and show you the place in a minute or two. It's the best studio-apartment for miles around. There's a nice large sitting-room that looks on to the roof, with French windows so that you can stroll out and take the air when you like. And there's a sleeping-porch on the roof, in case the weather's warm. And a bath H. and C., with shower. It's the snuggest place you'll ever want to find, and you and I can stay perched up here like two little birds in a nest. And, when we've finished honeymooning, we'll go down to Long Island and buy a little duck-farm and live happy ever after."
Fanny looked doubtful.