HE—You know I'm glad.
SHE—And I——Oh! I'm so full of joy I can't wait for tomorrow to come. Doesn't it seem like a dream to think of our being married? It's all so strange, and yet I'm so happy! You don't think me unwomanly for telling you so, do you, dearest? I'm so frightened, and yet my heart is beating—trip—trip—for you. Can't you hear it?
HE—Keep still a moment. Yes, I can. One, two, three——
SHE—Oh, you tease! Such nonsense!
HE—It must be my own then, beating for you.
SHE—You're not nervous, are you?
HE—Of course I am. Am I not going to get the best, sweetest, prettiest, dearest, most lovable girl in the world for a wife? Tomorrow at high noon seems a long way off, doesn't it?
SHE—Oh! Carroll, we won't need a 'phone then, will we?
HE—It has been a dear old two-party line, though, hasn't it?
SHE—It knows an awful lot of our secrets. I wonder how much the exchange girl has heard?