“Oh, do you?” said Sally, “I am so glad.”
“Did you ever hear of the young man whose ecstasy was so great under similar conditions that he broke the poor girl’s ribs?” I did not break Sally’s ribs but I held her tight and she laughed and her eyes sparkled and then she cried a little. Presently she said she must tell her father and mother. They all came in presently and shook hands with me and her mother kissed me. “If Sally loves you I must too,” she said, and then she wiped her eyes. They both looked sad. “You know, she is our baby,” her father said, “and it is pretty hard to lose her. Please be good to her.”
I said: “I don’t think I am much account, but Sally says she loves me and I’m sure I love her, and I will promise you to be good to her and try to be a better man every day.”
Well, we had a fashionable wedding in a month from that time. Jim Barkley was not present because he was looking for another job in New York. Sally and I have been married now for twenty years and have two fine boys in college. Sally is getting as round as a dumpling, but I like her so much I never notice what she looks like. Neither do the boys. So much kindness shines from her eyes when she looks at us that we see nothing else.
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