I do think it's the most ridiculous thing.
Now isn't it! The idea!" Miss Snow, in the general character of outside manager and future companion of the bride, hurried to Jim's side at once, and said: "Oh, Mr.Fenton!" "Jest call me Jim." "No, no, I won't.

Now, Mr.Fenton, really! you can't see her until she is ready!" "Oh can't I!" and Jim smiled.
Miss Snow had the impression, prevalent among women, that a bridegroom has no rights so long as they can keep him out of them, and that it is their privilege to fight him up to the last moment.
"Now, really, Mr.Fenton, you _must_ be patient," she said, in a whisper.

"She is quite delicate this morning, and she's going to look so pretty that you'll hardly know her." "Well," said Jim, "if you've got a ticket into the place whar she's stoppin', tell her that kingdom-come is here an' waitin'." A ripple of laughter went around the circle, and Jim, finding the room getting a little close, beckoned Mr.Snow out of the doors.

Taking him aside and removing his hat, he said: "Parson, do you see my har ?" "I do," responded the minister, good-naturedly.
"That riz last night," said Jim, solemnly.
"Is it possible ?" and Mr.Snow looked at the intractable pile with genuine concern.
"Yes, riz in a dream.

I thought I'd shot 'er.