"Some details, of course, but nothing of any importance and we'll have plenty of time to learn them."
"And we'll love every second of it. You'll live down here in the Middle with me, won't you, all the time you aren't actually on duty?"
"I can't imagine doing anything else," and the two set out, arms around each other, to find a minister. And as they strolled along:
"Of course you won't actually need a job, ever, or my money, either. You never even thought of dowsing, did you?"
"Dowsing? Oh, that witch stuff. Of course not."
"Listen, darling. All the time I've been touching you I've been learning about you. And you've been learning about me."
"Yes, but——"
"No buts, buster. You have really tremendous powers, and they aren't latent, either. All you have to do is quit fighting them and use them. You're ever so much stronger and fuller than I am. All I can do at dowsing is find water, oil, coal, and gas. I'm no good at all on metals—I couldn't feel gold if I were perched right on the roof of Fort Knox; I couldn't feel radium if it were frying me to a crisp. But I'm positive that you can tune yourself to anything you want to find."
He didn't believe it, and the argument went on until they reached the "Reverend's" quarters. Then, of course, it was dropped automatically; and the next five days were deliciously, deliriously, ecstatically happy days for them both.