We'll get married, Mary V, and stop all this fussing about when and how and all that.

When it's done it'll be done, and I can go ahead the way I've planned, and have the worry off my mind.

There's time yet to get a license if we hurry." Bland muttered something under his breath and went away to the calf shed and reclined against it disgustedly, too sick from the exhaust in his face all the way to speak his mind.
"But Johnny!" Mary V was gasping.

"Why, I'm not ready or anything!" "You can get ready afterwards.

There's just one thing I ought to tell you, Mary V.