He looked down at the new suit in which he thought himself almost too fine. But he couldn’t see how characteristically it bunched and bagged upon his figure intolerant of fashionable clothing. “Don’t you like this suit?” he inquired anxiously. “I got it to please you. I hoped you’d like it.”
“I love it,” she declared. “I wouldn’t have you changed one least little bit.”
He rose. “I’ll go get the license. We can marry to-morrow—and start for home. We can stop off and look at Niagara Falls if you like. I’ve never seen it.”
She laughed and hugged him. He thought it was altogether because of the decision about the marriage. “Yes—do let’s take in Niagara,” she said, and she laughed again.
“I’ve got a lot to do before inauguration,” he went on. “After we get to Harrison I may not be able to spend much time with you.”
“How much’ll we have to live on, George?”
“Oh—lots of money. The salary’s eight thousand a year. We’re going to live very simply. I don’t believe in acting the way our governors have been acting lately. We mustn’t forget that we are working for the people—and that they are very poor. I take it that you don’t care for luxury—or you wouldn’t have bothered with me.”
“I don’t care for anything but you,” she said. “And I know what I’m about.”
“Oh, you’ll soon get your bearings, and we’ll be saving money. We’ve got to live after we get out, you know. And I may not be able to make as much as eight thousand at lecturing and law—my kind of law.”
“Don’t worry about that,” said she.