Her eyes were wet and
flashing. "Until WHO begs you to?" she demanded. "WHO are you
marrying; mother or me?"
"If I marry you," cried Carter, frightened but also greatly
excited, "your mother won't give you a penny!"
"And that," taunted Dolly, perfectly aware that she was ridiculous,
"is why you won't marry me!"
For an instant, long enough to make her blush with shame and
happiness, Carter grinned at her. "Now, just for that," he said, "I
won't kiss you, and I WILL marry you!" But, as a matter of fact, he
DID kiss her. Then he gazed happily around his small sitting-room.
"Make yourself at home here," he directed, "while I pack my bag."
"I MEAN to make myself very much at home here," said Dolly
joyfully, "for the rest of my life."
From the recesses of the flat Carter called: "The rent's paid only
till September. After that we live in a hall bedroom and cook on a
gas-stove. And that's no idle jest, either."
Fearing the publicity of the City Hall license bureau, they
released the clergyman, much to the relief of that gentleman, and
told the chauffeur to drive across the State line into Connecticut.
"It's the last time we can borrow your mother's car," said Carter,
"and we'd better make it go as far as we can."
It was one of those days in May. Blue was the sky and sunshine was
in the air, and in the park little girls from the tenements, in
white, were playing they were queens.
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