In the fargone days when ships received commendatory letters for sending a wireless message one hundred miles or hearing one at three hundred, She Who Shares My Destiny and I were already planning that some day there would be a house. With capital letters: A House! We were not quite certain whether it would stand cozily among pines on a mountain-side or nestle under live oaks near the beach; but that there would be A House we never doubted.
In those days there was no provision for transportation of household goods, nor family allowances. If your orders were to carry you more than half the width of the continent, your mileage, if you were careful about tips and did not let your fancy roam too freely in the dining cars, would just about pay for your wife’s railroad ticket as well as your own.