“Caleb,” she said, “what time had we ought to get to Bayport?”
“About four o'clock, I should think. We'll drive 'round till about seven o'clock, and then we'll go and get married. I used to know the Methodist minister there, and—”
“METHODIST minister! You ain't goin' to a Methodist minister to be married?”
“I sartin shouldn't go to no one else. I've been goin' to the Methodist church for over thirty year. You know that well's I do.”
“I snum I never thought of it, or you wouldn't have got me this far without settlin' that question. I was confirmed into the Baptist faith when I was twelve year old. And you must have known that just as well as I knew you was a Methodist.”
“Well, if you knew I was one you ought to know I'd want a Methodist to marry me. 'Twas a Methodist married me afore.”
“Humph! What do you suppose I care who married you before? I'm the one that's goin' with you to be married now; and if I was married by anybody but a Baptist minister I wouldn't feel as if I was married at all.”
“Well, I shan't be married by no Baptist.”
“No Methodist shall marry ME.”
“Now, look here, Hannah—”