We were all sitting under our apple tree, out in the yard, and it was a good thing we were not sitting on a roof, because I would have fell off and killed myself, I was so surprised.
“Aw! When was you married?” I said.
“That time I went to Derlingport to visit my uncle,” Swatty said.
“Aw! Who did you marry?”
“A girl,” he said.
“Well, if you married a girl why didn't you ever tell us about it before?”
“Garsh! I can't remember everything that happened when I was in Derlingport, can I? Mebbe I forgot I was married.”
“Aw, pshaw!” I said. “What did you want to go and get married for, Swatty?”
“Well, I couldn't help it, could I?” he asked.
“You don't think I'd go and get married if I could help it, do you? My—my uncle made me.”