“We can’t be married on thirteen cents, can we?”
“But we needn’t be married until you have more, need we?”
“That’s so. And you’re willing to wait?”
“You know I’ve told you I didn’t wish to be married before spring, anyway. I think it’s much pleasanter staying just as we are.”
“We can’t be engaged all our lives,” he protested.
“We can be engaged as long as we wish, can’t we?”
“I want to marry you as soon as I can.”
Her eyes brightened and she placed a soft hand upon his arm.
“That’s nice of you, Don,” she said. “But you don’t know what a frightfully expensive burden I’ll be as a wife.”
“If I earned, to start with, say fifty dollars a week––would you marry me on that?”