Jane Journeys On

by Ruth Comfort Mitchell

Very shakily, but gratefully,

Jane.

Midnight,
On the Boston Boat.

My dear, do you remember a silly song of our childhood with a refrain like this—

"I'm not blessed with surplus wealth,

Bump tiddy ump bump, bump tiddy ump bump,—

Off on a honeymoon all by myself,

Bump tiddy ump bump bay!"

Well, my dear Sarah, that is exactly the sort of wedding journey which has fallen to me.

We were married. Yes, I'm very clear about that. Dolores, my dewy-eyed dove, stood with me, and Randal, ghastly and trembling, by Michael Daragh. The solemn old minister knotted us securely. Michael kissed me. (I'm very clear about that, too.)