“Who got it?” dear grandpa.
“Why, Alick, to be sure! who else?”
“Who has it now, sir?”
“Bless my soul, what an inquisitive little puss. What is it to you who has it? Are you afraid it is not all right? Would you like to inspect it for yourself?” laughed the general.
“If you please; yes, sir, I should,” answered Anna, archly.
“Lest there should be any informality in it, eh?”
“Such things have happened, sir; but it is not the fear of that which prompts me; for I have always had a curiosity to look at a special marriage license; so if Alick has it, please get it from him, that I may gratify this wish. I only want it for a few minutes.”
“Well, of all the whims of whimsical women, yours is certainly the most absurd!”
“Will you get the license away from Alick, and let me look at it grandpa?”
“You persist in this?”