She had a voice of her own besides her courage.

At the altar, her responses had their music.

No wonder: the day was hers.

'My husband' was a manner of saying 'my fish.' He, spoke very civilly.

'Oblige me by telling me what name you are accustomed to answer to.' She seemed unaware of an Arctic husband, and replied: 'My father called me Carin--short for Carinthia.