had saved up for the occasion. His head ached a good deal, but he refused to let anybody know about it.
Then came the time for Dick and Dora to depart. An auto was at the door, gaily decorated with white ribbons, and bearing on the back a sign painted by Tom which read, "We're Just Married." Another auto was in the backyard, to take some of the guests to the steamboat dock.
"Good-bye!" was the cry, as the pair came down the stairs, ready for the trip. "Good-bye and good luck!" And then came a generous shower of rice and several did shoes. Dora kissed her mother for the last time and she and Dick hurried to the auto. Away they went, and the other auto after them, Tom and Sam and some others tooting horns and the girls shrieking gaily.
"To the steamboat dock, I suppose," said the driver of the auto, to Dick.
"Not much!" cried the newly-married youth. "Here is where we fool them. Straight for Ithaca, and as fast as the law allows!"
"I get you," replied the chauffeur, grinning.
"We want to catch the seven-forty-five train for New York," went on Dick.
"We'll do it, sir," was the answer, and then
