Ian let out a chuckle and said good-heartedly, "Ye think I had any choice in the matter? She came up tae me oot in the field one day while I was mendin" a fence. I was covered wi" muck, and there she was, standin" there – like a bush covered wi" butterflies. She said... well, I dinna ken exactly what she said, but it ended wi" her kissin" me and sayin', "Fine, we'll be married on St. Martin's day." And I was still explainin" tae her why we couldnae do any such thing when I found myself in front o" a priest sayin', "I take thee, Janet.’"