"What?"
"Yep."
"What makes you think so?"
"He asked me."
"Asked you!"
Serina clasped her hands and her eyes filled with tears of the rescued. "Oh, Prue, ain't it wonderful? Ain't the Lord good to us?"
Prue did not catch fire from the blaze. She sniffed, "He wasn't very good to Tawm Kinch."
William, bitter with disappointment, snapped: "What do you mean? He's the richest man in town. Some folks say he's as good as worth a hundred thousand dollars."
"Well, what of it? He'll never learn to dance. His feet interfere."
"What's dancing got to do with it? You'll stop all that foolishness after you've married Tawm."