I'll get--" He stopped short, with a sudden frown.

"Confound that law! I forgot.

Great Scott, Billy, I'll have to trust you five days, after all! There's a new law about the license.

We've _got_ to wait five days--and maybe more, counting in the notice, and all." Billy laughed softly.
"Five days, indeed, sir! I wonder if you think I can get ready to be married in five days." "Don't want you to get ready," retorted Bertram, promptly.

"I saw Marie get ready, and I had all I wanted of it.