Marjorie realized at once the enormous abyss between then and the morrow, and she gasped: "Tomorrow! And no chaperon! Oh, I'll jump out of the window."
Mallory could prevent that, but when she pleaded, "What shall we do?" he had no solution to offer. Again it was she who received the first inspiration.
"I have it," she beamed.
"Yes, Marjorie?" he assented, dubiously.
"We'll pretend not to be married at all."
He seized the rescuing ladder: "That's it! Not married—just friends."
"Till we can get married——"
"Yes, and then we can stop being friends."
"My love—my friend!" They embraced in a most unfriendly manner.
An impatient yelp from the neglected dog-basket awoke them.