"Don't know what?"
"I don't like the--the long time. S'pose we got enough of it. We'd have
to keep on just the same."
"Oh, Cyrus! Would you get tired of me?"
"No, 'course not! Nobody could ever do that! But s'pose I died in a few
days, would you have to be married all the rest of your life to a dead
boy?"
"Yes, and I would be very faithful to your memory. I would never marry
anybody else and I would put lovely flowers on your grave every day."
"Ho! I don't believe that!"
"Yes I would!"
Cyrus put both hands on his knees, stiffened his arms, straightened
up and drew a long breath of the morning air. "Anyway, I'd rather be
alive."
"Of course you would! So would almost anybody for a time. But you are
very silly and ignorant if you think being married is going to kill
you."
"'Course I don't!"
"Then you mustn't say such things."
"I guess I only just meant that if I was married I'd rather be alive
than dead. But what do we have to do after we are married?"
"Oh, everything--just what other folks do, of course."
"And what's that?"
"Why--sit opposite each other at breakfast, go around together, and own
things together, and have the same pew at church. You at one end and me
at the other, with our children between us."