“I swear it. You'll have to tell me how to behave.”
“We'll rehearse it all tonight. I'll show you. I've seen hundreds of people married. My father's a preacher, you know.”
“Yes, I know that,” he went on solemnly; “that's what gives me courage. I knew you'd understand everything. I'm counting on you, Kiddo—if you fall down, we're gone. I'll run like a turkey.”
“It's easy,” she laughed.
“And this license business—how do we go about that? What'll they do to us?”
“Nothing, goose! We just march up to the clerk and demand the license. He asks us a lot of questions——”
“Questions! What sort of questions?”
“The names of your father and mother—whether you've been married before and where you live and how old you are——”
“Ask you about your business?” he interrupted, sharply.
“No. They think if you can pay the license fee you can support your wife, I suppose.”