"I don't suppose," said Mrs. Maule, at last looking up, and smiling into Jane's face, "that you've even made up your mind where you will spend your honeymoon?"
"Jane Oglander"
Marie Belloc Lowndes
But with it went the completeness, the golden, unreal joy of their honeymoon.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
This may be the reason why my honeymoon lasts so long.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe