“I really can’t say, dear.” She took his hand, and they walked on.

“Wouldn’t this be an ideal spot to spend a honeymoon? Hear that fall away down below us. How cool it sounds! Why don’t you pay attention to me? What are you thinking about, James?”

“I am making a little poem for you, dear. Listen: —

“Chatter, chatter, little tongue,

What a wonder how you’re hung!

Up above the epiglottis,

Tied on with a little knot ‘tis.”

“Only geniuses may be silly, James, but perhaps you can’t help it. I think married people ought to establish the custom of sabbatical honeymoons to counteract the divorce habit. Suppose we set the example, now we have arrived at just the right time for one, and spend ours here.”