“What do you mean?”
“Take it for your wedding trip.”
The suggestion made him catch his breath. “Look here,” he exclaimed. “That means getting married!”
“Surely it does,” she nodded.
They had reached the little restaurant, and 204 she hurried in. Without waiting for his assistance, she secured a cup of coffee and a sandwich for herself. Then she found a chair and sat down. She did not know how she was ever going to swallow anything, but she had to have something to do to occupy her hands.
“You put that up to a man as if it were the easiest thing in the world,” he observed, sitting in the next chair.
“Well, it is, isn’t it––once you’ve made up your mind?”
“Looks to me as if it was one thing to make up your mind to get married some day, and another really to get married.”
“It’s better to do it than to waste your time thinking about it,” she declared. “When Farnsworth hands you that raise, believe me, he’ll want you to have both feet on the ground.”
“Eh?”