Amy
Well, if that ain’t the cutest ever! A regular wop wedding! Excuse me. I meant Italian. [The “I” is long.]
Joe
That’s all right.
Amy
And here’s the priest, too, all set and ready. Say! I can see right now I’m going to like it here.
Joe
I don’t guess nobody’s goin’ to kick at that.
Amy
All right, then, I’ll forgive you. That’s the way I am. Forgive and forget! I always believe in letting bygones be bygones. And down at the station I was thinking: Well, if they ain’t got enough sense of politeness to come after the bride, I’m going to hop the very next train back to Frisco. I’d have done it, too, only—would you believe it?—I didn’t have the price of a ticket! I spent the last cent I had on this hat. Say, when I remembered that, maybe I didn’t cry! That’s what I was crying over when you come up. [This last to the R. F. D.; otherwise her eyes have scarcely left Joe’s face.]
