Mrs. Dot.
[Catching sight of his face.] Get two special licences. They’re always useful things to have in a house.
Aunt Eliza.
But they must be made out to certain names.
Mrs. Dot.
Must they? How stupid! Well, have one made out for Frederick Perkins and Eleanor Sellenger.
Aunt Eliza.
My dear child, you must be crazy.
Mrs. Dot.
Now don’t argue, but do as I tell you. If two young things are thrown together with a certain amount of skill they always marry.