"Well, let's call a carriage and drive to the mayor's office. He'll tie us up hard and fast."
Her big brown eyes opened wide and stared at him.
"Do you mean you want to marry me?" she asked.
"Yes. You have more sense than any girl I know of."
"Fred, if you love me and want me for that reason alone, I'll marry you. But if you want me simply for business reasons, I won't."
"Callie, you sweet little goose, I've been dead in love with you for six months, and have asked myself a thousand times, 'Will she have me if I ask her?' and now I ask you–will you be my wife?"
"Yes, Fred."
"Do you love me?" he asked her impulsively.
"Yes, yes. Oh, Fred, I am so happy now that I know you love me! I was so afraid you did not."
Fred caught her in his arms and kissed her, saying: