“Oh, that is no news.”
“It is to me.”
“'Tain't no news in our house. Why, we have known it for months.”
This took away the man's breath for a minute.
At last he said, with a great deal of intention:
“Will it be fair or dark?”
“As God pleases.”
“I'll bet you five pounds to one that it is dark.”
Mary shrugged her shoulders contemptuously, as if these speculations were too childish for her.
“It's my lady you want to talk about, is it? I thought it was to make me a wedding present.”