"Yes, and I would be very faithful to your memory. I would never marry anybody else and I would put lovely flowers on your grave every day."
"Ho! I don't believe that!"
"Yes I would!"
Cyrus put both hands on his knees, stiffened his arms, straightened up and drew a long breath of the morning air. "Anyway, I'd rather be alive."
"Of course you would! So would almost anybody for a time. But you are very silly and ignorant if you think being married is going to kill you."
"'Course I don't!"
"Then you mustn't say such things."
"I guess I only just meant that if I was married I'd rather be alive than dead. But what do we have to do after we are married?"
"Oh, everything—just what other folks do, of course."