“It won't hurt anything if you say, `I will' several times,” she assured him.
“It wouldn't queer the job?”
“Not in the least. I've often heard them say, `I will' two or three times. Wait until you hear the words, `so long as ye both shall live——'”
“`So long as ye both shall live,'” he repeated solemnly.
“The other speech you say after the minister.”
“He won't bite off more than I can chew at one time, will he?”
“No, silly—just a few words——”
“Because if he does, I'll choke.”
Jim drew his watch again, mopped his brow, and gazed at Mary's serene face with wonder.
“Say, Kiddo, you're immense—you're as cool as a cucumber!”