Louise Closser Hale

“ It was but the reflection of a passive moon upon well-polished motor lamps, a silent cry, hut the possibilities of darting through the white lanes once more before they slept laid hold upon this couple who talked of simple living. Within the hour they were in Stratford, somewhat ashamed, laughing a little craftily at that old-fashioned bridal party they had left ten years behind in Broadway.
As the tin bridegroom said in Stratford, there is little profit in growing old unless one's made of china or of some such stuff. In a measure it must placate one to increase in value with one's years. ”

“ On the way to Oxford they missed several landmarks, or came upon them suddenly as though the objects had run down the road to welcome their return; but when the spires of Oxford shot into view a full four hours earlier than they had once before, the couple realized that this rushing age had very little time for roadside acquaintance, and that the horizon was the only bit of scenery a motor car could not devour in its mad haste. ”

“ This is a comforting thought to a tin bride and bridegroom, grown a little anxious. From the Cotswold Range across the valley is a view that brings a pain to one's nose if he attempts to hide his emotions, and forces the tears down one's throat in a surprising manner. But the middle-aged couple, remembering the days when they were unashamed, bathed in the flood of sentiment.
The Shakespeare Hotel, Stratford
"We can't grow old," he cried to her, "so long as we can feel so." ”