"You're sure talkin' like a matrimonial boorow, Molly," said Mormon. "I sure think a sight of Mirandy. She's different from my first three. They all married me, fo' me to look out fo' them. If Mirandy can be persuaded to take me it's becos she is willin' to look after me. She 'lows I need it," he added sheepishly. Then he chuckled.
"I've knowed the whereabouts of my third fo' some time back," he said. "She got a divorce six years ago. I've kept the matter secret as a so't of insurance policy. I've allus been sort of unbalanced in my leanin's to'ards the sex, you see. An' it sure acted as a prop an' a defense so fur."
"Then the meeting is closed," said Molly. "I accept your apologies and you keep your money."
Mormon and Sam rose. With a glance at each other that ended in a wink, they left the room. Molly turned to Sandy.
"You didn't give me back my luck-piece, Sandy."
"What does a mascot want with a luck-piece?"
"She would like it made into an engagement ring, Sandy."
"Why not a weddin' ring, Molly, Molly mine?"
THE END