"Oh, I always fetch 'em whenever I go after 'em."
"Are you sure you sent it all right?" the Judge asked.
"John, I thought you'd get well. But, sir, you exhibit the most alarming sign of sickness I have ever seen in you. Sure I sent it all right! What other way do I ever do a thing? Of course I sent it all right. The train wasn't far out, and there's one back every few minutes."
"It seems that he has been gone a year instead of two hours," said the Judge.
Florence smiled at him. "And are we to be married in secret?" she asked, speaking low.
"My dear, that shall be as you please. I have only one wish—that it shall be one of the happiest days of my life, and I believe that it will be."
"What day of the month is this?" William asked.
"The fifth," the Judge answered.
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure it is not the tenth of June, sixty-three," said the Judge, and was in deep regret at his levity at such a time, when his wife spoke up, "Judge, please don't get him started."