They meet, court, mate, and THEN build their home together after a mutual plan.
It's a good way, too! Lots surer of getting things satisfactory." The Harvester sat on a lumber pile and gazed questioningly at the framework.
"I wish I knew if I am going at things right," he said.

"There are two sides to consider.

If she is in a good home, and lovingly cared for, it would be proper to court her and get her promise, if I could----no I'm blest if I'll be so modest----get her promise, as I said, and let her wait while I build the cabin.

But if she should be poor, tired, and neglected, then I ought to have this ready when I find her, so I could pick her up and bring her to it, with no more ceremony than the birds." The Harvester's clear skin flushed crimson.
"Of course, I don't mean no wedding ceremony," he amended.

"I was thinking of a long time wasted in preliminaries when in my soul I know I am going to marry my Dream Girl before I ever have seen her in reality.
What would be the use in spending much time in courting?
She is my wife now, by every law of God.