"No. But as soon as you comply with all the requirements of sentimental rather than of statute law."
CHAPTER X.
The Old Fellow Laughed.
"You are a pestiferous son-in-law," said Warren, as Lyman entered the room. "And I have taken possession of your private quarters," he added, pointing to a pile of country newspapers. "I have brought them in here to see if I could gouge some state news out of them. I know you don't like that sort of drudgery."
"That is all right. But why do you call me a pestiferous son-in-law?"
"I saw you through the window."
"With the lady and the mule?" said Lyman sitting down. "I asked them in to dine with me."
"Where? You say Staggs has nothing but a 'snack' on Sunday."