"Oh, no," she said: "I'm getting married."
"Oh?" Jane asked.
"Yes ma'am," Minnie said. "Herb and I were going to wait 'til he finished dental school, so he shouldn't be living off his parents. But now—" She looked very cute, I must say. Her hair was a light blonde. It looked fine on her.
"Here, Minnie," my wife said. She took the other two thousand out of my hand and gave it to her. "Have a good time these last days."
"Hey!" I said, when Minnie and her young man had gone. "How about us? We'll never be able to get in a bank. What'll we do?"
"Quit worrying," Jane told me. "Don't you believe in young love?" She found the one comfortable chair in the place—the one we reserve for customers—and sat down.
"I've been too careful," she said when she saw me looking at her.
"I see," I said.
"And as far as money goes," she continued, "haven't you any faith? The Lord will provide."
"That's fine by me," I said, and sat down beside her. The door opened, and in walked a short man. He was oldish, and dressed like a banker, but I knew right away he was in the dress line. There's something about the dress line, you can always tell.