At Midnight

They sat in their American buggy at the turn of an English road--an
Australian bride and bridegroom, on their wedding tour.
It was a bit of the "old country" that had not been syndicated and
modernized since the bridegroom had seen it last--when he was a young
fellow at Cambridge, paying visits to the houses of his university chums
because his own home was inaccessible. Tall hedges embraced the ripening
wheat-fields still; brambly ditches yawned beneath them. There were dense
woods hereabouts that...