"I thought," said I, "that you were just a little girl that I wanted, but you turn out to be the whole world that I've got to have. Slip the rest of your canvas on and I'll hook it up for you. Then we'll find some one to marry us—'nless you'd rather wait."
"Wait?" said she, turning her back and standing still, which most women haven't sense enough to do when a man's ten thumbs are trying to hook them up. "I've been waiting all my life for this—and you!"
"And I," said I, splitting a thumb-nail, "would go through an eternity of hell if I knew that this was at the end of it—and you!"
"What is your church?" she asked of a sudden.
"Same as yours," I said, "which is——"
"Does it matter," said she, "if God is in it? Do you pray?"
"No," said I; "do you?"
"Always," she said, "before I go to bed."
"Then I will," said I; "always—before we do."