"
"Yay!" shrieked Sam derisively. "MARRIED! Listen!" Penrod and Herman
joined in the howl of contempt.
"Certumly I'll get married," asserted Maurice stoutly. "I'll get married
to Marjorie Jones. She likes me awful good, and I'm her beau."
"What makes you think so?" inquired Penrod in a cryptic voice.
"Because she's my beau, too," came the prompt answer. "I'm her beau
because she's my beau; I guess that's plenty reason! I'll get married to
her as soon as I get my store running nice."
Penrod looked upon him darkly, but, for the moment, held his peace.
"Married!" jeered Sam Williams. "Married to Marjorie Jones! You're the
only boy I ever heard say he was going to get married. I wouldn't
get married for--why, I wouldn't for--for----" Unable to think of
any inducement the mere mention of which would not be ridiculously
incommensurate, he proceeded: "I wouldn't do it! What you want to get
married for? What do married people do, except just come home tired, and
worry around and kind of scold? You better not do it, M'rice; you'll be
mighty sorry."
"Everybody gets married," stated Maurice, holding his ground.
"They gotta."
"I'll bet _I_ don't!" Sam returned hotly. "They better catch me before
they tell ME I have to. Anyway, I bet nobody has to get married unless
they want to."
"They do, too," insisted Maurice. "They GOTTA!"
"Who told you?"
"Look at what my own papa told me!" cried Maurice, heated with argument.
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