CHAPTER XXVIII
MRS. FOLEY ON MARRIAGE
Faith and Angus were to be married at Faith's ranch. There was small preparation, to the scandal of Mrs. Foley.
"Sure I niver thought to see ye go off this way, wid no style about ye!" she mourned. "Foour min have I tuk, hopin' th' bether an' gettin' th' worse, but annyways ivery time they was lashin's to ate an' dhrink, an' all the folks there we knowed an' plenty we didn't. But here ye're fixin' for nobody at all."
"Well, there won't be anybody," Faith replied. "It's to be a very quiet wedding."
"Ye may say that," Mrs. Foley agreed. "All th' differ' bechune it an' a death-bed will be a docther an' a nurse."
"Oh it's not as bad as that, Mary," Faith laughed. "I really prefer it that way."
"Bein' a woman mesilf, I know ye're lyin'," Mrs. Foley returned uncompromisingly. "'Tis not the nacher iv us to dispinse wid frills in annything."
Faith laughed, stifling a sigh. She had had her dreams. But she was quite content. Mrs. Foley ran on: