“Tha’s me! I am Azalea!” she said. “Oh, tha’s so nize be your convert.”
He laughed, then sighed.
“You will be that in time, I promise,” he said, “and meanwhile, well, meanwhile, we will be married.”
She looked up at him with frightened eyes.
“Married! You also marry me?” she asked.
“Why, yes, of course. We will make a little trip to a town where there’s another minister, or possibly I can have the ceremony here.”
“Oh! Pray you doan make other converts. Please doan.”
“Why?”
“Because perhaps you also marry them—yaes?”
He laughed again and kissed the tip of her little pointed chin. There was a bewitching dimple in it, and he had always desired to kiss it.