Marble Archway was sick of print.

"I almost went off to the mill and forgot my lunch", said Chit as he
turned heel and swept back in the door.
"Can I come to the mill with you ?" eagered Marble with his hand
raised, proper as always.
Marion smiled a doting smile at her handsome boyfriend.
"Oh Chitty Fulcrom, you really are a 'forgetty betty' today, aren't you"
oozed Marion.
"You said, if I got here in time you'd let me come. I HATE my job as
the chief editor at the newspaper already, and I SO want to get into
the milling industry" pleaded Marble.
"I know, I'd forget my face if it wasn't so handsome", said Chit.
Marble Archway HATED being ignored.