"Oh, Lord, we've brought Snoozleums."
"Of course we have." She took the dog from the prison, tucked him under her arm, and tried to compose her bridal face into a merely friendly countenance before they entered the car. But she must pause for one more kiss, one more of those bittersweet good-byes. And Mallory was nothing loath.
Hudson and Shaw were still glumly perplexed, when the porter returned in his white jacket.
"I bet they missed the train; all this work for nothing," Hudson grumbled. But Shaw, seeing the porter, caught a gleam of hope, and asked anxiously:
"Say, porter, have you seen anything anywhere that looks like a freshly married pair?"
"Well," and the porter rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand as he chuckled, "well, they's a mighty lovin' couple out theah in the corridor."
"That's them—they—it!"
Instantly everything was alive and in action. It was as if a bugle had shrilled in a dejected camp.
"Get ready!" Shaw commanded. "Here's rice for everybody."
"Everybody take an old shoe," said Hudson. "You can't miss in this narrow car."