"I'm mighty glad to see you, Jim," she said cordially.
"Looks as if you were going to move," he grinned, looking around.
"Yes, I am going to move, and a long ways, too. How well you're looking—fit as a fiddle."
"Yes; I am feelin' fine. Where yer goin'? Troupin'?"
"No, indeed."
"Thought not. What's comin' off now?"
"I'm going to be married this afternoon," she said proudly.
"Married?" he exclaimed in astonishment.
"And then I'm going West."
Leaving the trunks, which he had been inspecting, he walked toward her and held out his hands.