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Working Lady (tossing her head). Oh, if it won't do us no 'arm, I 'spose we'd better. Working Man. It'll make the money right for you, Sal. Working Lady. Well, come on: it's all them thievish lawyers— it's another do to get money out of yer. The idea for the likes of us to go to church. Oh my! But a week or two afterwards the couple returned and produced their marriage lines. Working Man. Well, it's all right; we planked our money down, and we're wery much oblig'd to you for the suggestion. Sal's been a good 'un to me these 'ere twenty years, but it never occurred to us, or we'd 'a done it before. It jest made us both laugh outright when the parson chap harsks me if I'll 'ave 'er. It do seem ridic'lous, but the law is the law, and we ain't none the worse. Much obliged for the suggestion. Will you 'ave anythink, young man? But the clerk with stern probity declined, and said magnificently, “I am glad you have done the right thing: it is what you ought to have done twenty years ago.” The man he had evidently converted to a partial recognition of the value of Holy Matrimony, but he saw that the lady was hopeless from the first. The Savings Bank is evidently a powerful lieutenant to the Church in its insistence on the commercial benefits to be derived from baptism and matrimony.