"This is Minton," he said.
"Who? Oh! Jimmy? Well?"
"Well, I've fixed that up."
"Good. And when is it to be?"
"Right away. Here at the Annex. I want you to go and get the license for me on your way over."
"Come, come, Jimmy. Don't be in such precipitate haste."
"You told me that was the only way to arrange these matters."
"Humph! Did I? Well, I'll get the license for you—"
"Good-by, then. I've got to telephone for a minister."
The minister was impressed at once with the value of haste in coming, and on his way back to the wedding party Jimmy stopped long enough to hand a five-dollar bill to the telegraph operator.