“Thank God!” he exclaimed fervently. He fixed his slumbering eyes on his wife for a moment, saw the frightened look, walked quickly back to the table and took his seat.
“Now, Kiddo, we can eat in peace.”
“Yes, I'd rather be alone,” she sighed.
“I must say,” Jim went on briskly, “that parson of yours did give us a run for our money.”
“I like the old, long ceremony best.”
“Well, you see, I ain't never had much choice—but do you know what I thought was the best thing in it?”
“No—what?”
“UNTIL DEATH DO US PART! Gee how he did ring out on that! His voice sounded to me like a big bell somewhere away up in the clouds. Did you hear me sing it back at him?”
Mary smiled nervously.
“You had found your voice then.”