HONEYMOON

The newly married pair were stopping in a hotel. The bride left the
groom in their room while she went out on a brief shopping expedition.
She returned in due time, and passed along the hotel corridor to the
door, on which she tapped daintily.
"I'm back, honey--let me in," she murmured with wishful tenderness. But
there was no answer vouchsafed to her plea. She knocked a little more
firmly, and raised her voice somewhat to call again:
"Honey, honey--it's Susie! Let me in!"
Thereupon a very cold masculine voice sounded through the door:
"Madam, this is not a beehive; it's a bathroom!"