"Good!" says Mr. Robert. "I'll have it all arranged before midnight. But when and where does the—er—affair come off?"
"I'm just plottin' that out," says I. "Could I sort of count on you and Mrs. Ellins for to-morrow evenin', say?"
"At your service," says Mr. Robert.
"Then I'll think up a place and see if I can pull it," says I.
If it hadn't been for that little detail of visitin' the license bureau I wouldn't have sprung it on Vee until the last minute. As it is, I has to toll her downtown with a bid to luncheon, and then I suggests visitin' City Hall. She's wise in a minute, too.
"It's no use, Torchy," says she. "I've promised Auntie that, whatever else I did, I would never run away to be married."
And there my grand little scheme is shot full of holes, all in a second. When I get headway on like I had then, though, I just don't know when I'm blocked. I swallows hard once or twice, and then shrugs my shoulders.
"Let's get the license, anyway," says I.
"What's the sense?" asks Vee.
"I can have it to read over, can't I?" says I. "That'll help some. Besides— Ah, come on, Vee! Be a sport. Didn't you say you'd leave it to me?"