that I've read.
Yes--do you remember when Pomona and Jonas visit an insane asylum on
their honeymoon? Do you know, you and Mr. Mifflin remind me a little
of Mr. and Mrs. Drew."

Helen and Aubrey chuckled at this innocent correlation of ideas. Then
the organ began to play "O How I Hate To Get Up in the Morning" and the
ever-delightful Mr. and Mrs. Drew appeared on the screen in one of
their domestic comedies. Lovers of the movies may well date a new
screen era from the day those whimsical pantomimers set their wholesome
and humane talent at the service of the arc light and the lens. Aubrey
felt a serene and intimate pleasure in watching them from a seat beside
Titania. He knew that the breakfast table scene shadowed before them
was only a makeshift section of lath propped up in some barnlike motion
picture studio; yet his rocketing fancy imagined it as some arcadian
suburb where he and Titania, by a jugglery of benign fate, were
bungalowed together. Young men have a pioneering imagination: it is
doubtful whether any young Orlando ever found himself side by side with
Rosalind without dreaming himself wedded to her. If men die a thousand
deaths before this mortal coil is shuffled, even so surely do youths
contract a thousand marriages before they go to the City Hall for a
license.

Aubrey remembered the opera glasses, which were still in his pocket,
and brought them out. The trio amused themselves by watching Sidney
Drew's face through the magnifying lenses. They were disappointed in
the result, however, as the pictures, when so enlarged, revealed all
the cobweb of fine cracks on the film. Mr. Drew's nose, the most
amusing feature known to the movies, lost its quaintness when so
augmented.

"Why," cried Titania, "it makes his lovely nose look like the map of
Florida."

"How on earth did you happen to have these in your pocket?" asked Mrs.
Mifflin, returning the glasses.

Aubrey was hard pressed for a prompt and reasonable fib, but
advertising men are resourceful.

"Oh," he said, "I sometimes carry them with me at night to study the
advertising sky-signs. I'm a little short sighted. You see, it's part
of my business to study the technique of the electric signs."

After some current event pictures the programme prepared to repeat
itself, and they went out. "Will you come in and have some cocoa with
us?" said Helen as they reached the door of the bookshop. Aubrey was
eager enough to accept, but feared