PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
Theirs should be a marriage in the true sense. All the gold rings and mumbled words in the world could make it no more sacred, no more binding.
Afterwards he staved off doubt and the ceaseless longing for her by making plans for their future. There would be a house in town, and in the summer—well, perhaps only a nest of a bungalow somewhere in the mountains or by the shore; that should be of her choosing, but it must be so small that she would have no cares; two or three servants would be enough. He looked forward eagerly to the furnishing of the places. They would do that together. He saw them riding about town from store to store, side by side in a hansom. He paused and frowned. They would have to be circumspect. He was not going to have her pointed out in restaurants and leered at and whispered over. Well, then, perhaps not a hansom. She should have her own carriages and electric, of course. He would look to the ordering of those at once, and in one of those they could do their shopping. There was to be no expense spared; he only feared that she might restrain him in his joy of extravagance. The town house should be all that his own staid and old-fashioned
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