CHAPTER IV

NORAH’S WEDDING-DAY “NOW tread we a measure Expressive of pleasure, For we’re to be married to-day. To-day!” sang Jim, meeting Norah on the way to his bath. He was a huge figure in crumpled pyjamas, his thick brown hair a tousled mass: she was fresh as the morning, her blue frock crisp and dainty. Jim seized her in a bear-like hug. “I am not washed, but as it’s your wedding-day we’ll forget that fact,” he said, holding her at…