“How much is it?”
“I don't know, here. It used to be two dollars in Kentucky.”
“That's cheap—must come higher in this burg. I brought along a hundred.”
“Nonsense.”
“There's a lot of graft in this town. I'll be ready. I've got to get 'em—don't care how high they come.”
“There'll be no graft in this, Jim,” she protested gayly.
“Well, it'll be the first time I ever got by without it—believe me!”
The ease with which the license was obtained was more than Jim could understand. All the way back from the City Hall he expected to be held up at every corner. He kept looking over his shoulder to see if they were being followed.
Arrived in her room, they discussed their plans for the day of days.
“I'll come round soon in the morning, and we'll spend the whole day at the Beach,” he suggested.