“But say, M'ria, you be in an awful box,” said she. “You can't never marry nobody else without you get locked up, you know.”
“I don't want to,” Maria said, shortly.
“Mebbe you will.”
“I never shall.”
“Well, if you do, you had better write to this paper, then you can find out just what to do. It won't tell you to do nothin' wrong, and it's awful sensible. Say, M'ria.”
“Well, what?”
“I 'ain't never told a living soul, and I never shall, but I don't see what you are goin' to do if either you or him wants to git married to anybody else.”
“I am not worrying about getting married,” said Maria. This time she pushed past Gladys. Her knees fairly knocked together.
Gladys looked at her with sympathy and the old little-girl love and adoration. “Well, don't you worry about me tellin',” said she.