"That don't make any difference. As long as we are married in a church
with music, anybody can do it."
He spoke with authority--the kind that carries conviction and puts an
end to controversy.
As they started, however, she again held back, and exclaimed, in a
final despair, "Oh, I forgot!"
"Forgot what?"
"The ring. We have to have a ring."
"What's the use of a ring?"
"Nobody is married without a ring. The man puts a ring on the woman's
finger and says things."
"Well--I can say the things and we'll just play there's a ring."
"No."
"Oh, come along!"
"No."
Now Cyrus had become interested in this business. He felt a pride in
carrying it through. To fail now would be disgrace. In vexation he
raised his right hand--the one not holding Ruth's--and thrust its thumb
between his teeth. On that hand something glistened.
"Why, there's a ring!" exclaimed Ruth, "right on your finger! Isn't it
lucky."
Cyrus regarded the little silver band.