Then he turned to her.
“That is over. See how easy it is! Now we will go to the court house. It is very close. Try not to think. Just move and speak.”
“Hello, Langston!” said the clerk. “What can we do for you here?”
“Show this girl every consideration,” whispered the Harvester, as he advanced. “I want a marriage license in your best time. I will answer first.”
With the document in his possession, they went to the store he designated, where he found the Girl a chair in the fitting room, while he went to see the manager.
“I want one of your most sensible and accommodating clerks,” said the Harvester, “and I would like a few words with her.”
When she was presented he scrutinized her carefully and decided she would do.
“I have many thanks and something more substantial for a woman who will help me to carry through a slightly unusual project with sympathy and ability,” he said, “and the manager has selected you. Are you willing?”
“If I can,” said the clerk.
“She has put up your other orders,” interposed the manager; “were they satisfactory?”