"It seemed to come uncommonly easy, I thought," returned John. "I never saw you so lively. I hardly knew you."
"I don't think you did," said Letty, dryly. "What would you have me do?"
John was not prepared with an answer.
"John," said Letty, "we have never had a quarrel,—have we?"
"No."
"Then do you think it best to begin?"
"I am a fool, Letty! That is the long and short of the matter. But tell me: do you like such a fuss about a wedding?"
"No, indeed!" replied Letty, with emphasis. "I think the more quietly such an affair is managed, the better. I should never wish to have company on my hands at such a time. I should want all my thoughts about me. But people have their own ideas about such things; and, so long as there is nothing really wrong in it, one likes to help them enjoy themselves in their own way. For my part, I should like to go to church and be married in the morning, go straight to my own house, take off my wedding-dress, and begin getting dinner."
The picture conjured up by Letty's words entirely dissipated the remains of John's ill humour. He amused himself with imagining all sorts of difficulties and disasters to Letty's first dinner, until she cut him short by reminding him that she was serving an apprenticeship under an excellent teacher, and might therefore be considered as fully prepared to set up for herself as soon as she should be out of her time.
They parted as good friends as ever; and John went home congratulating himself on his good fortune, and wondering what he had ever done to deserve such a girl as Letty for his wife.