"Take out your pencil," said Clara scornfully, "and write."
When she finished her dictation, and I had added up the items with a
groan, I was dumbfounded. I said:
"Clara, do you think it is wise--do you think we have any right to get
married?"
"Of course we have."
"Then we must make up our minds to boarding."
"Nonsense! we shall have everything just as we planned it."
"But how?"
"Wedding presents," said Clara triumphantly, "now do you see why it must
be a church wedding?"