"The bride's idea." "I thought so," said the preacher.

A glint of humour came into his eyes.

"You asked me what it would cost to get married.

If you'll go down to City Hall, it will cost you exactly two dollars.

But if you care to be married here--well, there's an old scrub-woman I know who for nine years every Sunday has come to this church and put a quarter in the plate to keep this institution going for you.