It was rough on a man in his honeymoon; so was
what they said about my looks, and what I had on, and
the way I perspired. But I braced myself up with the
FLYING SCUD.--How did it exactly figure out anyway?
I don't seem to catch on to that story, Loudon."
"The devil you don't!" thinks I to myself; and then
aloud, "You see we had neither one of us good luck. I
didn't do much more than cover current expenses, and
you got floored immediately. How did we come to go so
soon?"
"Well, we'll have to have a talk over all this," said
Jim, with a sudden start. "I should be getting to my
books, and I guess you had better go up right away to
Mamie. She's at Speedy's. She expects you with
impatience. She regards you in the light of a
favourite brother, Loudon."
Any scheme was welcome which allowed me to postpone the
hour of explanation, and avoid (were it only for a
breathing space) the topic of the FLYING SCUD. I
hastened accordingly to Bush Street. Mrs. Speedy,
already rejoicing in the return of a spouse, hailed me
with acclamation.
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