“This very night, Rosannah! Oh, let us risk no more delays. Let it be now!—this very night, this very moment!”
“Oh, you impatient creature! I have nobody here but my good old uncle, a missionary for a generation, and now retired from service—nobody but him and his wife. I would so dearly like it if your mother and your Aunt Susan—”
“Our mother and our Aunt Susan, my Rosannah.”
“Yes, our mother and our Aunt Susan—I am content to word it so if it pleases you; I would so like to have them present.”
“So would I. Suppose you telegraph Aunt Susan. How long would it take her to come?”
“The steamer leaves San Francisco day after tomorrow. The passage is eight days. She would be here the 31st of March.”
“Then name the 1st of April; do, Rosannah, dear.”
“Mercy, it would make us April fools, Alonzo!”
“So we be the happiest ones that that day's suit looks down upon in the whole broad expanse of the globe, why need we care? Call it the 1st of April, dear.”
“Then the 1st of April at shall be, with all my heart!”