"Caleb," she said, "what time had we ought to get to Bayport?"
"About four o'clock, I should think. We'll drive 'round till about seven
o'clock, and then we'll go and get married. I used to know the Methodist
minister there, and--"
"METHODIST minister! You ain't goin' to a Methodist minister to be
married?"
"I sartin shouldn't go to no one else. I've been goin' to the Methodist
church for over thirty year. You know that well's I do."
"I snum I never thought of it, or you wouldn't have got me this far
without settlin' that question. I was confirmed into the Baptist faith
when I was twelve year old. And you must have known that just as well as
I knew you was a Methodist."
"Well, if you knew I was one you ought to know I'd want a Methodist to
marry me. 'Twas a Methodist married me afore."
"Humph! What do you suppose I care who married you before? I'm the one
that's goin' with you to be married now; and if I was married by anybody
but a Baptist minister I wouldn't feel as if I was married at all."
"Well, I shan't be married by no Baptist."
"No Methodist shall marry ME."
"Now, look here, Hannah--"
"I don't care, Caleb. You ain't done nothin' but contradict me since we
started. I've been settin' up all night, and I'm tired out, and there's
a draft comin' in 'round these plaguy curtains right on the back of
my neck. I'll get cold and die and you'll have a funeral on your hands
instead of a weddin'. And I don't know's I'd care much," desperately.
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