“I’ll get busy pronto. I expect you want a quiet wedding, don’t you?”
“Sure. We can go over to Blister’s office this afternoon. You see him an’ make arrangements. Tell him I don’t want the boys to know anything about it till afterward.”
An hour later they stood before Justice Haines. Mollie thought she detected a faint glimmer of mirth in his eye after the ceremony. She quelled it promptly.
“If you get gay with me, Blister—”
The fat man’s impulse to smile fled. “Honest to goodness, Mrs. Gillespie—”
“Larson,” she corrected.
“Larson,” he accepted. “I w-wish you m-many happy returns.”
She looked at him suspiciously and grunted “Hmp!”