"Now preacher, with that kiss I'm just starting to begin my benevolence to my wife just like you sermonized and believe you me, I'll ponder some more on your sermon once we're home."
With loud hoots, laughter and cheers from a congregation who'd just had more entertainment since the circus left town, the newlyweds deserted the red faced preacher and went on home to their boardinghouse where he promptly took her around the porch until he found a partially open window. With a shove to the sash, he was able to climb in with his new little wife in his arms. Well, darling, I'd do it all over again in a heart beat. And so he began by kissing her. Suddenly he said, "Ma'am, I don't rightly know your first name."
"My name is Eva. And your name, sir?"
"No kidding? You are Adams and Eva? Is it Italian? Well, it's a good thing that I've branded you with mine now. I'm Randolph Gardner. So Eva Adams Gardner, it's as good as in the beginning, wouldn't you say?" But she didn't say, because he was too busy kissing her.