"Rather," groaned the minister, glancing at the face of his watch, which he had just drawn from its fob. "I was to have married Wallace Ormsby and one of Mr. Keith's daughters about fifteen minutes ago."
"Better get back to town, then, as fast as you can," returned the farmer, laughing. "I'll harness up and take you."
"Alas, man, it's already too late!" sighed the minister.
"'Better late than never,' though, and they may be waiting for you still."
"Why, yes; that's possible, to be sure!"
"Where shall I take you?" Mr. Vail asked, half an hour later, as they drove into the town.
"Drive right to Mr. Keith's, if you please."
"I thought maybe you'd want to fix up a bit, seeing it's a wedding you're going to."
"Oh, to be sure! yes, certainly! I'm glad you reminded me. I'll go home and dress first."
"And while you're at that I'll go round and tell 'em you're coming—just to keep 'em from getting quite out of heart, you know."