Then she broke out into a happy smile and, for about half a second, before the second explosion, I could see Perry on the screen. After that second explosion--even though it wasn't near as big as the first--that TV set was nothing but a mess of twisted junk, and there was no screen left to see anything on. Perry liked to have everything just so, and he'd never think of going anyplace without his tie being knotted just right, and his socks matching, and so on. And here he'd traveled a thousand years into the future in bare feet. I felt kind of embarrassed for him. Anyway, they were engaged, and now they must be married, so I guess she had slippers waiting for him. I'm just sorry I missed the wedding. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Picture Bride, by William Morrison