"Let's drive to the mayor's office at once, and—."
"No, that won't do. We both have mothers who love us. They will be glad to know that we love each other. Let's wait a little while and have a quiet wedding at my mother's home."
"How long do you want me to wait?"
"Will a month be too long?"
"Hang it, yes. Make it two weeks and it's a go."
"Well, say two weeks, then."
He kissed her again.
"Hello! Spooning!" cried Bob, coming in at that moment.
"Yes," replied Fred. "We got it bad," and he kissed her again.
"Yum-yum!" said Bob. "Wish my girl was here," and he wiped his mouth and laughed.