I laughed out loud. "Them's funny reasons for a bargain," I says.
He kind of drew off. "Oh, well," he says, "it's all I've got. If you don't think it amounts to anything—"
"That's why you should marry me," I says. "But I want to know why I should marry you."
"Don't you love me?" says Luke.
"I donno," I told him. "I don't like to kiss you so very well."
"Cossy, listen," Luke said. "All that'll come. Honest, it will, dear. Just trust me, and marry me. I need you."
"Well, but, Luke," I says, "I donno if I need you. I don't believe I do."
"You listen here," he says, sort of mad. "You'll have a home of your own—"
"Why, wouldn't I live on your folks's farm?" I says.
"Oh, well, yes," Luke says. "But—I love you, Cossy!" he ends up. "Can't you understand? I love you."