"Thanks to Uncle Jim."
"Both of you. He's a big man—a nation builder—but if his niece hadn't had the good taste to fall in love with me his interest would have been less personal. He wouldn't have got around to a little matter like this for months. Anyway, we bracket you together. Do you know that some of the kids are being taught to pray for you?"
"Not really?"
"Fact. Doctor Swift told me. 'God bless pa, and ma, and Mister Jim Hess, and Miss Burnaby.' That's the formula. Swift predicts that the next batch of christenings will include a 'Yim Hess' Swanson and a 'Clyde Burnaby' Brulé. Such is fame! Think you can stand the dizzy popularity?"
"Lovely!" cried Clyde. "I'll order silver mugs to-morrow, and start a savings account for each baby."
"Go slow!" he laughed. "You'll have 'em all named after you at that rate."
"I'll get the mugs and a spoon, anyway. I never was so flattered before. I've just begun to live since I came out here. Why, Casey, my life was absolutely empty. You can't imagine how lonely and bored I was."
"What a shame! We'll see that it doesn't occur again. Which opens an interesting question: When are you going to marry me?"
"Why—I hadn't thought. I suppose we should think of it."
"Well, it's usual, under the circumstances."