"He wrote and told me he would fix things so he could marry me to-night,
Ann!"

"Then he's sure out fixin' 'em right now. Lord, Hermy, why d' ye
tremble, girl--y' sure love him, don't ye?"

"So much, Ann, so very much--and yet--"

"You ain't scared of him, are ye?"

"No--and yet, I--I think I am--a little."

"But you'll marry him, all the same?"

"Yes."

"An' t'night?"

"Yes. But Ann, dear, when he comes in I want you to keep him with you as
long as you can--will you?"

"Why, sure I'll keep him, jest as long as--he'll let me! Lord, t' think
as my little Hermy'll be a married woman this night!"

"And--oh, Ann, I haven't any--trousseau--"

"Shucks! You don't need none. You're best as you are. You won't need no
fluffs an' frills, I reckon."