“The same as yours! How queer!”
“Oh, not a unique instance. Anyway, those bills I am paying off as I can. I’m not legally responsible for them, but I want to clear my dad’s name, and all that. Now, all that can wait—while I take unto me a wife, and arrange for her comfort and convenience. But, is there—now remember, I’m not prying—is there any one whose permission you must ask to marry me?”
“No, I’m twenty-one—that’s of age in any state.”
“Why, you aged person! I deemed you about eighteen.”
“Do you mind?”
“No; you goosie! But—your mother, now?”
“Oh—my mother. She doesn’t care what I do.”
“And your father? Forgive me, but I have to ask.”
“My father is dead.”
“Then come along. Let’s begin to get ready to go.”