They laughed, interrupting Clive as he began on the next stanza, and then they stopped, waiting for him to go on. They exchanged a swift glance, wondering if this was the girl of the story they had heard. “I forget just how it goes,” he said confusedly. “But it ends something like this— “_She is dead: it were a pity To o’erpraise her, or to flout her. She was wild and sweet and witty— Let’s not say dull things about her._” Having finished, he began to poke the fire. “A lovely poem,” said Rose-Ann softly. “But,” said Felix vigorously, “it doesn’t discourage me a bit. I think Rose-Ann can be just as wild and sweet and witty after marriage as before. Her individuality, if that is what you’re worrying about, is not in the least danger of being buried by marriage.” Clive turned to her. “You aren’t afraid the Tribe will get you at last?” he asked. “That would be too bad.” She flushed, as at a compliment. “This marriage will be one final defiance and farewell to the particular tribe to which I belong,” she said. “No, I—I guess I’m not afraid. What do you think, Felix?” “Bring on the Tribal Ceremony!” said Felix. “Well,” said Clive, “I’ve done my duty.... And now I’ll see about getting you married.” Felix sighed with relief, and reflected that it was about time Clive began to take the occasion seriously. “I suppose,” said Clive, “that it hasn’t occurred to you that this is Saturday afternoon, and the county clark’s office is closed. And you can’t be married without a license.” Felix looked his chagrin. Of course, he would have forgotten something essential! He glanced sheepishly at Rose-Ann, who seemed merely amused. But why must he be, always, and even in his getting married, a moon-calf? “However,” said Clive, suddenly transformed into the efficient and practical personage that Felix had so often admired, “I think it can be fixed up! I’ll telephone my friend Judge Peabody. And—” he paused for a moment and frowned—“we’ll need another witness. I’ll fix that up, too.” “I’m sorry I forgot about the license,” said Felix as Clive briskly left the room. “It’s all right,” she said. “I forgot, too. It makes no difference.” Clive came back in a few minutes. “It’s all right!” he said. “Judge Peabody says the city council is in session tonight at Waukegan, and the county clark will be there. Judge Peabody will ’phone up there and tell the clark you’re coming. You’ll go there at eight o’clock, right after dinner. I’ve arranged for a car to take you—it’s only a few miles further on. Judge Peabody will be here at nine, and perform the ceremony. The other witness is on the way here, to join us at dinner. And Mrs. Cowan says the dinner will be ready on time. How is that for management?” “You with your objections to marriage!” said Rose-Ann, laughing. “You’re a fraud!” “No,” said Clive. “Merely a born compromiser!”