"Why can't we?" the lover demanded.
"For a number of perfectly good reasons," Jean replied, a grave little pucker coming upon her forehead.
"Wrinkles!" cried Chetwood. "But I'll love you just as much when—"
"Well, goodness knows, I've enough worries without getting married."
"Cynic!"
"Maybe, but I hope I have some horse sense. Now to start with, Billy—and please don't be offended—I'd like you to make good, more or less, before I marry you."
"In what way?"
"Well, I'd like you to have a ranch of your own."
"Any special one?"
"Don't joke about it," Jean reproved him. "You'll find it serious enough. As you haven't any money now you can't buy a ranch. And so you'll have to homestead."