"Well, here we are."
Mary V unfastened herself from the seat, twisted around and stared at
Johnny, still finding nothing to say. A strange experience for Mary V,
I assure you.
"Well," said Johnny again, "here we are." His eyes met Mary V's with a
certain shyness, a wistfulness and a daring quite unusual. "Get out.
I'll help you down."
"Get--out?" Mary V caught her breath. "But we must go back, Johnny!
I--I never meant for you to bring me away up here. Why, I only meant a
little ride--"
"Now we're here," said Johnny, "we might as well go on with it--get
married. That," he blurted desperately, "is why I brought you over
here. We'll get married, Mary V, and stop all this fussing about when
and how and all that. When it's done it'll be done, and I can go ahead
the way I've planned, and have the worry off my mind. There's time yet
to get a license if we hurry."
Bland muttered something under his breath and went away to the calf
shed and reclined against it disgustedly, too sick from the exhaust in
his face all the way to speak his mind.
"But Johnny!" Mary V was gasping.
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