"The poor dears! I'd better write them a telegram at once."
"An excellent idea."
She ran to the desk, found blank forms and then paused with knitted brow: "It will be very hard to say all I've got to say in ten words."
"Hang the expense," Mallory sniffed magnificently, "I'm paying your bills now."
But Marjorie tried to look very matronly: "Send a night letter in the day time! No, indeed, we must begin to economize."
Mallory was touched by this new revelation of her future housewifely thrift. He hugged her hard and reminded her that she could send a day-letter by wire.
"An excellent idea," she said. "Now, don't bother me. You go on and read your paper, read about Mattie. I'll never be jealous of her—him—of anybody—again."
"You shall never have cause for jealousy, my own."
But fate was not finished with the initiation of the unfortunate pair, and already new trouble was strolling in their direction.