"Far as I know, she's all right--" "What I want to know," Ford broke in, impatient of condolence when he needed facts, "is, who _is_ she?
And what did I go and marry her for ?" "Well, you'll have to ask somebody that knows.

I never seen her, myself, except when you was leadin' her down to the depot, and you and her talked it over private like--the way I heard it.

I was gitting a hair-cut and shampoo at the time.

First I heard, you was married.

I should think you'd remember it yourself." Sandy looked at Ford curiously.
"I kinda remember standing up and holding hands with some woman and somebody saying: 'I now pronounce you man and wife,'" Ford confessed miserably, his face in his hands again.