“I want to get married right off,” said Jack decidedly.
“I think he’s too young,” put in Mrs. Rosscott hastily.
“I don’t know,” said Aunt Mary, looking at her nephew reflectively. “Seems to me he’s big enough, an’ I’m a great believer in never dilly-dallyin’ over what’s got to be done some time. Why not Thanksgiving?”
“Thanksgiving!” shrieked Mrs. Rosscott.
“Yes,” said Aunt Mary. “I think it would be a good time, an’ then I can come and spend Christmas with you in the city.”
“Great idea!” declared her nephew; “me for Thanksgiving.”
“What do you say?” said Aunt Mary to the bride-to-be.
“Oh, I don’t see—” began the latter, wrinkling her pretty forehead in a prettier perplexity and looking helplessly back and forth between their double eagerness.
“Well, why not?” said the aunt. “It ain’t as if there was any reason for waitin’. If there was I’d be the first to be willin’ to do all I could to be patient, but as it is—even if you an’ Jack ain’t in any particular hurry, I am, an’ I was brought up to go right to work at gettin’ what you want as soon as you know what it is.”
“But this is so sudden,” wailed Mrs. Rosscott.