"They're all so good to me, and it just breaks my heart!" she said.
"At last--it's all over--and you belong to me!" exulted Jim. "I have
been longing and _longing_ for this, just to be alone with you, and have
you to myself. Are you tired, sweetheart?"
"No-o. Just a little--perhaps."
"But you do love me?"
"Oh, Jim--you idiot!" Julia slipped her hand into his, as he put one arm
about her, and rested against his shoulder. "When I think that I will
often ride in carriages," she mused, half smiling, "and that, besides
being my Jim, you are a rich man, it makes me feel as if I were
Cinderella!"
"You shall have your own carriage if you want it, Pussy!" he smiled.
"Oh, don't--don't give me anything more," begged Julia, "or a clock
somewhere will strike twelve, and I'll wake up in The Alexander, with
the Girls' Club rehearsing a play!"
When she had examined every inch of her Pullman drawing-room, and
commented upon one hundred of its surprising conveniences, and when her
smart little travelling case, the groom's gift, had been partly
unpacked, and when her blue eyes had refreshed themselves with a long
look at the rolling miles of lovely San Mateo hills, then young Mrs.
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