He relaxed his arm to control the trotters, which were going too fast down the road. She sat up by his side and went on.
“Do you know I have thought lots about what you said last Saturday night?”
“Why, what?” he asked.
She looked pained that he had forgotten.
“About—about—our bein' married to each other—even—even—if—if—there's no preacher. You know—that true love makes marriages, and not a ceremony—and—and—that the heart is the priest to all of us, you know!”
Travis said nothing. He had forgotten all about it.
“One thing I wrote down in my little book when I got back home an' memorized it—Oh, you can say such beautiful things.”
He seized her and kissed her again.
“I am so happy with you—always—” she laughed.
He drove toward the shaded trees down by the river.