He laughed. "Bless your heart, it's not for me to mind! I'll get a special licence, and we can be married to-morrow."
She caught her breath.
"To-morrow! Oh, it's too soon!"
"Too soon! What is there to wait for?"
"I shall have to tell them at Heeler's, and there's Peg...."
"That friend of yours? Well—tell her afterwards—when you tell your mother."
Faith wavered. She would like to have told Peg, but she answered after a moment: "Oh, very well, but—but not to-morrow!"
"Very well—on Saturday, then—that gives you three days to fix things."
"Thank you."