"We've got to take the whole bunch of you, young man. You're all guilty of conspiracy, the whole caboodle!"
"But the ladies, you darned old Rube—they can't—"
"Looky here, young feller, you can't dictate to me. I'll have you to—"
"We'll all go!" cried Mrs. Crosby warmly.
"To the very end!" added the new Mrs. Barnes.
"What will your father say?" demanded the groom.
"He'll disown me anyway, dear, so what's the difference?"
"It's rather annoying for a minister—" began the Reverend "Jimmy," putting on his hat.
"We'll beg off for you!" cried Mrs. Crosby ironically.
"But I'm going to jail, too," finished he grimly.