“I’ve heard ’em sing about honeymoons amongst the flowers,” says I, “and I suppose plants is just as good.”
“I and Marion’s both interested in machinery,” he says.
“Listen, then,” says I: “I got a friend that’s engineer on the Michigan Central and maybe he’ll let you ride the engine clear to Detroit.”
“That wouldn’t hardly do,” the kid says. “The dirt and grease and stuff’d spoil Marion’s new clothes.”
“Oh, that’s different, if she’s goin’ to have some new clothes,” I says.
“That reminds me,” says Quinn: “What is a man supposed to wear to get married?”
“It varies,” says I. “You wear somethin’ that’s appropriate to your father-in-law’s occupation. For instance, I was married in overalls and a jumper.”
“But Marion’s father’s retired,” says the kid.
“Take your choice, then,” says I, “between pyjamas and a nightgown.”