I can't get through it alive." "You poor boy! I wish we could have a quiet little Wedding.

It would be so sweet, wouldn't it, dear ?" she said plaintively, wistfully.
"But instead we are to have a hippodrome.

Bah!" he concluded spitefully.
"I wouldn't talk this way, dear, if I didn't know that you feel just as I do about it.

But," and here he arose wearily, "this sort of talk isn't helping matters.

It's a case of church against choice.