Tom Swift and his house on wheels

by Victor Appleton

"Thanks!" murmured the young groom.

"Dat's whut I say!" echoed Eradicate. "An' I's gwine to lib wif Massa Tom an' Miss Mary when dey sot up housekeepin'!" declared the old Negro.

"Bless my pocketbook!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, who, of course, was among the guests. "Tom Swift getting married! My! My!"

"Well, what's wrong with that?" asked Mr. Jackson.

"Why, it means the end of his wonderful inventions!"

"Nonsense! Nothing of the sort!" declared the shop manager. "Tom Swift will never stop inventing. I shouldn't wonder, now that he's married, but what he'll do the best work of his life."

"Well," said Mr. Damon dryly, "that remains to be seen."

Then, amid the continued ringing of the wedding bells, Tom Swift and his bride went on their honeymoon trip in the House on Wheels.

THE END

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