"Very well, of course I—won't."
"Why not?" he exclaimed, with a start.
"The idea! You don't mean it!"
"I do."
"Why, Norvin, you're old enough to be my father."
"Oh, no, I'm not."
"Do you think I could marry a man with gray hair?"
"It all gets gray after a while."
"No. I'll be engaged to you, but I'll never marry any one, never. That would spoil all the fun. This very thing shows how stupid it must be; the mere rumor has scared the others away."
"You're a Mormon."