The Devil's Garden by W. B. Maxwell
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but you aren't restricted to non-alcolic bev'rages."
"Oh, tea is more than good enough for me, thank you." "Mavis," said Dale, introducing his guest, "this is Mr. Ridgett, who is so kind as to honor us without ceremony." And, as if to demonstrate the absence of ceremony, he put his arm round his wife's waist and kissed her. Mr. Ridgett smiled, and opened conversation in a very pleasant easy fashion. "From the look of things," he said facetiously, "I hazard the guess that you two aren't long home from the honeymoon." "You're off the line there," said Dale. "We're quite an old Darby and Joan." "Really!" And Mr. Ridgett's smile, as he regarded Mrs. Dale, expressed admiration and surprise. "Appearances are deceitful. And how long may you have been running in double harness?" "Eleven years," said Dale. "Never! Any children?" "No," said Mrs. Dale. "No," said her husband. "We haven't been blessed that way--not as yet." |
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