’NomoreshouldI，’saidMrsFlintwinch，tyingthepillowtightlyinitscase。
’That’swhatImean。Whendidyoubegintothinkotherwise？’
’Neverbeguntothinkotherwiseatall，’saidMrsFlintwinch。
Seeing，asshepattedthepillowintoitsplaceonthebolster，thathewasstilllookingatherasifwaitingfortherestofherreply，shegaveitagreatpokeinthemiddle，andasked，’HowcouldIhelpmyself？’
’Howcouldyouhelpyourselffrombeingmarried!’