"Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course! Ask anybody."
There was nobody to ask, so he took her by the hand and started forward. She held back. He pulled harder. "Come along. There's the church all open; and the organ playing. It's just the place to be married."
She yielded. "But there's no minister to do it."
"That don't make any difference. As long as we are married in a church with music, anybody can do it."
He spoke with authority—the kind that carries conviction and puts an end to controversy.
As they started, however, she again held back, and exclaimed, in a final despair, "Oh, I forgot!"
"Forgot what?"
"The ring. We have to have a ring."
"What's the use of a ring?"