"Yes! yes! _Yes_!" she cried.

"Oh, _do_ say what you came to say, and end it!" Her uncle rose to his feet.
"Why, I guess likely I've said it," he observed.

"When two people care for each other like that, they _ought_ to be married, and the sooner the better.

I knew that you'd been lonesome and troubled, maybe; and some of the friends you used to have had kind of dropped away--busy with other affairs, which is natural enough--and, you needin' sympathy and companionship, I was sort of worried for fear all this had influenced you more'n it ought to, and you'd been led into sayin' yes without realizin' what it meant.

But you tell me that ain't so; you do realize.
So all I can say is that I'm awful glad for you.